Saturday, April 17, 2010

Vagrancies


A bed


Of crimson mushrooms
In the forest

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In the clearing, a sea
Of blue anemones

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In the wind, a gleaming copper

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Penny for your thoughts.

3 comments:

  1. I think of the tiny fungus growing in one corner of my bathroom. Ahh yuk, I think we have not cleaned very well here. Strange how these fungi pop up when you least expect.

    That's my penny's worth for your wonderful poem, Vassilis.

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  2. love the title!

    ironic ...
    *smiles*

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  3. Elisabeth,

    I think I shall accept your generous payment with thanks!

    Ditto for you, Noxy, purveyor of ironic tonics!

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