in the gravel along the railroad tracks– pussy willows Published by Helen Ruggieri Helen Ruggieri lives in Olean, NY and has had publications recently in Mainichi Daily News (Japan) and Bottle Rocket. View all posts by Helen Ruggieri
Kate, thank you. You are right. I’m trying too hard to find exactly 17 syllables – I need to get comfortable with less if the moment requires it… ;-) Blessings, James. Reply
going
over the wall–
morning glories
April showers –
attacked, one lonely tulip
survives the morning rain.
James, good ku, I wonder if you need ‘attacked’?
peace
Kate
Kate, thank you. You are right. I’m trying too hard to find exactly 17 syllables – I need to get comfortable with less if the moment requires it… ;-)
Blessings, James.
smiling in spring rain
yellow slicker shiny wet
school bus late again
beneath a dreary sky
a broken window, beneath —
a buttercup
sea of weeds
from here to the high rise
shaken by the wind
busy tokyo street
a bright red rose lies
crushed
cattails
at the edge of the pond
only “sound of water”