bulbous blooms
drooping, fading
leaning toward
past-their-prime.
a snip here, a tuck there
secateurs inserted
just above the node —
striving to neither maim nor kill.
somewhere, in a galaxy near you
sky hollowed out
chunks of yellow, pale blue
overlay of planetary disturbances
little green men do battle
with other, littler green men
Published Poems 06.02.2025
Two of my haiku appear in the May 2025 print issue of Scifaikuest which specializes in scifaiku and other minimalist poetry forms forms, notably senryu, haibun, and tanka, as well as cinquains, fibonacci, etc.
I hope you enjoy them. As always, THANKS for looking!!
That’s easy…
Authenticity and reciprocity
postscript
a wren is a sparrow is a dove
faded memories of those I’ve cherished
gray paint, chipped & flaking
purple finches, et al.
through boughs of green
chitters and titters and chirps
the wonderful birds, seemingly appreciative
of my every effort
concord grape
morning’s chill
filling oriole feeders
one by one
1st of May
misted houses & hills
a distance fog encroaches
tulips continue their dance
Yup
“When a clown moves into a palace he doesn’t become a king, the palace instead becomes a circus.” — Turkish proverb
Post Script: The proverb itself likely originated with the Circassians, Sunni Muslims from the Northwestern Caucasus, and is not specifically Turkish.
Source: Huffington Post
don’t blame me…
I voted for decency
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