Poetry ~ Waka
May is le mois de Marie. As a youth she loved this excuse to walk across the river hearing the metal on the soles of her shoes click click click like the dancers on Ed Sullivan AND on a school night to boot. Every evening, people would recite the Rosary.
pray for a while
tap-dance across the footbridge
evening walk home
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beach house view
seagulls circle an old widow
muted wails
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bows solemnly
honouring life that was,
enters twilight
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Mother Nature’s gift
just in time for Mother’s Day
apple blossoms
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She walked in the nursing home looking for her mother. The nurse pointed to the old woman by the window in the rocking chair. She gasped! It was not enough dementia had robbed her of her mind…
shrivelled rose
lost in her robe
scents linger
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buttercup opens
awakening butterflies
morning caress
morning caress
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly’s treat
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they’re back!!
yellow splattered meadows
dandelions
replay game
do you like butter?
under your chin
wildflowers
little tyke’s free pickings
for mother
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(Troiku)
Up the mountain
bread crumbs on the trail
white blossoms
up the mountain
soft petals brush my cheek
tickling
bread crumbs on the trail
old crow robs me blind
lost my way
white blossoms
fragrance lingers
leads the way
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from a treetop
emptiness dropped down
in a cicada shell (Basho)
interrupted grief
life still goes on
cicada
turns a new leaf
fresh shrills
nature moves forward
abandons yesterday
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 