Treasure Island

Ken e Hall

(Last Century / England-Now Australian Citizen)

Haiku.. Tortoise's Hate Mirrors


Tortoise's hate mirrored

reflections only shows the

Shell of themselves, ugh

Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (10/10/2013 8:09:00 AM)

    Hmmmm, turtle looking myself I am confused to how I should respond. Perhaps I will withdraw into my shell to consider . (Report) Reply

  • Allemagne Roßmann (10/6/2013 3:35:00 PM)

    People who does preserve hatred loose the energy to live and love more.People who deserve hatred unknowingly live more.Irony of the tortoise shell.Well written and thought of idea Sir.Trez Bien! (Report) Reply

  • Ibnu Din Assingkiri (10/5/2013 6:54:00 PM)

    wow! great haiku. for tortoise, the inner beauty is more important than outer shell. says Andrew Zimmern and the exotic food restaurant owner. :) (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (10/3/2013 6:00:00 AM)

    good haiku, I like it.
    Please read my poem family members and vote.
    Link- www.poemhunter.com/contest-vote/family-members/ (Report) Reply

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