summer blues
wisteria high in the branches
of a dying tree

 

 

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Bob Lucky

Bob Lucky lives in Portugal. His work has appeared and is forthcoming in various journals including Modern Haiku, tinywords, Rattle, MacQueen?s Quarterly, Presence, The Haibun Journal, and others. He's the author of Ethiopian Time (Red Bird Chapbooks), Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books), My Theology (Cyberwit) and What I Say to You (proletariat.org).

6 thoughts on “”

  1. Love the fusion of concrete color of the flower and abstract blues, the concrete height of the vine and the dying tree, but also the unspoken dying wisteria, not to mention the echo of "wisteria" with "wistfulness." Exquisite mixed feelings.

  2. The sadness of a dying tree under the weight of one of the loveliest of vines, with its blue/purple grape-bunch flowers, greedily insistent upon climbing over and overpowering everything.

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