.First, the lush green
tendrils make
a basil rosette.
Beneath the wither
of summer
she brittles,
dispersing her little
ones, the stickseed,
onto the down
of a doe's coat
or between the
ribs of passing
corduroy,
to be reborn
as a mother on
the forest floor.
Beggar's Lice
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Re: Beggar's Lice
Nice nature piece...no criticisms... enjoyed
Re: Beggar's Lice
Short but never-ending cycle of a poem, thanks.
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Re: Beggar's Lice
Hi Ken,
evolution of creativity
genesis -> metamorphosis -> maternity
from the forest floor
to be reborn
as mother
from maternity to eternity
Michael (MV)