Blessed oblivion
to the woes of this mad world:
child in happy home
Direst misery
without enough to nourish:
child in famine zone
The prompt at http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HaikuHeights/~3/zTvgJqcr3rU/haiku-heights-110-childhood.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email is childhood.
There are too many different kinds of childhood.
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A startling study in contrasts, Viv. No, not startling, unnerving.
After Childhood
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Excellent contrast, Viv.
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A harsh contrast.
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Such a contrast to show a life of opportunity and comfort and a life of poverty. What a heartbreaking and amazing haiku.
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This broke my heart, Viv, but it is also a potent reminder of all the luxuries Lex and I have, like “three hots and a cot.” Truly. Amy
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worlds apart, yet not so far away. Well done.
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