BuddhaRocks project: a little white flower

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

A progressive haiku about noise

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

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