New seat in the park…
They reflect upon nature
and wait for vandals.

RENEWAL
Bitter-sweet deep
rancid the flower weeps
strangled by sleep.
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Beneath brown earth
thick with snails
she awaits birth
as the wind wails.
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The snows fall
and Spring fails
as a grey wall.
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Roots search in vain
where worms squirm
drowned by rain
sun turns earth firm.
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On into the light
pushes the shoot
crowned flower white.
(c) Sarah Potter, 2012
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This poem is my contribution to the Buddha Rocks project for March.
To find out more about this inspiring multimedia project, visit Evelyn at http://fillingahole.wordpress.com and photographer Eric Alder at buddharocks.deviantart
Wand in a backpack…
Novice magician casts spell
over commuters.
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Ape-house at the zoo…
A great family outing:
screams, snot, candy floss.
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Enjoying the garden…
Teenagers’ windows open,
loud music thumping.
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Footballers swearing…
A Sunday stroll in the park
on the day of rest.
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Walking on the Downs…
Free tickets to the air show,
mobiles ringing.
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Reflecting on ears…
The miracle of hearing
and the art of quiet.
(c) Sarah Potter, 2012
I dedicate this progressive haiku to one devoted dad who snatches moments from parenthood and cleaning sticky noses to write haiku and experimental fiction at graphitebunny.wordpress.com
