Such a backyard nuisance. Such a pretty flower.
capeweed
a pest
and . . .
a sunflower
together
we will worship
~
worship (with a pest)
Seventeen Syllables
mossy (sleeping)
A little moss, going a long way.
mossy life
mossy
way
old log beneath . . .
how deeply
are you
sleeping
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still they (you) shine
A little lunar/stellar poem in Seventeen Syllables.
all the moons
and
all the stars
still they shine
for you
still you shine
for me
~
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ice (in the heart)
How good to be able to contemplate fire!
ice
lives in the heart
of a
ruby
come . . .
dance
in the flames
while we burn
~
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whatever (the wind)
One way to set your direction.
whatever way
the wind
blows
I believe
the wind
knows the way
to go
~
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water colour (sky)
AFter dark on a stormy night.
and what of
you
I will paint you
in black
in gray
water
colour
sky
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speak (you)
We’re expecting a bit of weather here in Beechworth, today.
speak
you
who are
the storm
say your name
in thunder
cover me
in rain
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upside down (nearly perfect)
A reflection (on my day).
the world
turned
upside down
is strange
yet so . . .
so . . .
almost
it is
perfect
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faded (a soldier)
A poem from the bulrushes, in seventeen syllables.
even we
who have been
soldiers
must wane
raise your glass –
to old comrades!
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I too (away)
A Bulrush poem.
why
is it me
who stands . . .
no reason
none
and I
too
will blow
away
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