Yellow dandelions Lawn mower :: heads cut off Green :: so bland and plain.
Tag: poetry
What One Hears is not About the Magpie
Thunder quiet now-- Why does he hear, from willow thicket, a magpie's complaint. Daily Post Core
When a Flower Blooms
Bitter root blooms, old man won’t turn head to see fog-veils lift off Maiden Breast Hill,
Haiku, Untitled 2
Petals of pansies for our garden :: Who left outside thunder :: hail tatters.
Black cows graze new grass— cranes dance among the calves— Still :: raven rides the sky.
Beautiful Morning, Dirty Bird
Blue sky :: May dawn blushes Maiden Breast Hills— noisome magpie :: aagk aagk aagk
A Weekend King Overlooks His Pastures
Fresh clipped grass, my realm, my unblemished suburban turf— O! that damned dandelion!
The Abruption of Wondering How You’re Gonna Pay
He was abrupted out of sound sleep this morning by an abrupting phone with news that a loved one had abupted rather abruptly on the abrupting floor—again. So, also abrupted he out of pleasant dreams and into the reality of the abrupt idiocy of the USA health care delivery disaster—a-abrupting-again! No abrupted bones this time. … Continue reading The Abruption of Wondering How You’re Gonna Pay
O, Let Us Sleeve
O, let us sleeve, you on, I in—let us sleeve every all— let us sleeve dirt-- the speckled glint of stars the dapple of water— let us sleeve—you wearing me worn—until we wear each of am and are— until this our has worn out the ages.
Don’t Ask When Winter Ends. Nature Has Its Own Wake-up Astonishments
May:: snow sifts down on green grass—water in gutters, Then rain:: thunder! Astonish
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