Betrayal of Palms
The small heat grows inconvenient and unromantic
We lace our cold hands
palms grow sweaty, we release
Now moist, cold, apart.
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John R. Godwin
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Cassie and Johnny
I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Critique
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Congratulations! Love the phrase 'palms grow sweaty'.
I love your take on the haiku challenge, John, and I can feel the sensation in my palms. Congratulations on your win!💙👏
Congratulations on placing in the challenge!🎉It's one of my favorite entries, so emotional.
Congratulations!💖
Congrats John!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
All too realistic, this haiku describes the moment of sweating palms to a tee.....I nearly felt the cold and clammy perspiration myself.
Great haiku! That release feels more emotional than physical.