haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Agapanthus
Such promise. Such magesty. But for a very short while. Their dying is longer than their bloom. I wonder what this has to do with poetry and food. Perhaps, you are thinking of this, too. Perhaps, you are preparing an early light lunch (last night's leftovers of grilled peaches & brie). Perhaps, you just finished emailing a poetry submission. Perhaps, your cat is dozing. Perhaps. Perhaps, not. And, yet, the agapanthus are withering within view.
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The whole person (continued)
ReplyDelete1.
any call to arms
only echoes
of an by the rule
a county not
until
2.
idyllic loams
turn
over
and find a sadness
newly born
appaloosas keep beginning
3.
anguish by the sordid
seaport
4.
let me think--
no flower in that lapel
5.
a shell of a person
and large eyes