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Bright yellow-white cup
Hover ever closer… Now!
Liquid lunch aloft.
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Bright yellow-white cup
Hover ever closer… Now!
Liquid lunch aloft.
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Spring fever invades
my heart. Alas!…Gray city
is slow to burst life.
Haikus, here and there,
do not make a garden grow.
Dig, plant, water, sweat!
I have no haiku
for although I like you
it takes too much IQ
when you’re in my shoe
s
Ogdina Nash
Claudia:
Merci, mon amie
pour écrire ces poésies
jolies, pleines de vie.
Mise:
Ogdina my dear,
There’s really no trial:
Neither Nash nor Lear
Can boast of your style.
Bellis perennis
makes a tasty meal for bees
go on lads tuck in!
Bee hovers ever closer,
unaware of new
breed of carnivorous plant…
It’s surely not bad.
But I always feel a pull
Towards the moraic.
Jams:
From Latin to lads
in the beat of a bug’s wing
Seasons change quickly.
Doubtful:
A sinister note
of botanical hunger —
white petals or teeth?
Z. D.:
Even brevity
has syllabic heft: its own
gravity. Welcome!
Lemon and yellow
Dance deliciously on green.
Above them, blue yawns.
XO
WWW
WWW:
A burst of colour
from springtime in Canada!
Ireland says thank you.
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