Category: flowers
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heirloom flowers
He wrote that summers he hayed the fields with his grandfather, walked the woods, looked for blackberries to pick, careful not to step in old root cellars, watched for hollyhocks that foreshadowed ruins of a farmhouse where a long dead farmer’s wife planted flowers by the door, while her long dead husband worked the fields…
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technicolor haiku
chill Autumn rains fall but still eternal Spring blooms unafraid of death 10-12-25
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haiku for an overcast day
basking in half-light no frog or heron in sight lone lily blooms white 9-27-25
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Blue bloom
it does not take a bouquet to see beauty in a blue bloom open your eyes before you crush it under foot 8-11-25
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Fresh cut flowers
Bouquets of roses Fresh cut Look alive But are dead Sit on tables In pretty vases Wait for The compost pile Admired By the living A funeral parlor’s Sweet fragrance 6-2-25
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ambergris
(to a prompt) Belched up by adolescence on the shore of responsibility waiting for someone – anyone to find me. And divine that if they mix my stink with the fragrance of flowers their smell will linger longer on the skin of a wrist, a neck, between breasts. No one will know I am there…
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Confessions of a feral poet
Mother did not want feral seeds to parachute into our yard and take root. She used to send me across the street to cut down milkweed that grew wild in the ditch. It was only later I learned monarch butterflies need feral milkweed to feed and breed and to lay their eggs upon. Now I…
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Sunflower haiku
broken buds bloom bright slowly wither in sunlight and seed the future 3-18-25
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Mindfulness
Between bare boughs blooms morning glory blue and wispy clouds of angel breath. Winged silhouettes on thermals. You adrift below them on a bench. Their shadows chase along the ground. 1-3-25
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