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untitled
The oak digs down deep
To the rooted spring beneath--
No dirt left behind.
The mosquito drinks--
Azaelia blooms sway, sunlit,
Too heavy to fly.
To the rooted spring beneath--
No dirt left behind.
The mosquito drinks--
Azaelia blooms sway, sunlit,
Too heavy to fly.
Published 9th Mar 2018
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9th Mar 2018 1:45pm
I LOVE that this is untitled. How can one title a moment? Or an experience observing the cycle of nature except to observe it.
Though words are the only means to share, they're rendered mostly inadequate; however, I have learned in brevity such as haiku ( and carefully written poetry ), there aren't enough to discount themselves with human presence beyond the grandeur of experience.
Though words are the only means to share, they're rendered mostly inadequate; however, I have learned in brevity such as haiku ( and carefully written poetry ), there aren't enough to discount themselves with human presence beyond the grandeur of experience.
