Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Maundy Thursday




The temple bell stops but I still hear the sounds coming out of the flowers ..Matsuo.Basho



 


a field of flowers sings
to a young man awash
in sunshine yellow
of days to come
both terrible and wonderful



imaginary gardens with real toads
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9 comments:

  1. Kim M. Russell17 April 2019 at 23:00

    A poignant poem, Cressida.

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  2. Brendan18 April 2019 at 02:20

    Such passages are so achingly beautiful they betray the violence too.

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  3. Sanaa Rizvi18 April 2019 at 02:46

    This is gorgeously penned, Cressida!❤️

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  4. Ron.18 April 2019 at 05:03

    Good use of prompt!

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  5. Susie Clevenger18 April 2019 at 05:06

    This is beautiful and sad at the same time. I do find encouragement and comfort in flowers. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade18 April 2019 at 17:02

    Lovely. I like the unexpectedness of thr last line.

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  7. Frank J. Tassone19 April 2019 at 11:19

    Poignant and beautiful!

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  8. purplepeninportland.com19 April 2019 at 17:32

    Such an air of mystery in so few words!

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  9. iamthewalrus3 May 2019 at 16:17

    very intense

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