Anger wears poems
Like a tower of pale blooms
Rising from yucca.
2019
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Anger got big knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the Golden Rule
Love the imagery of this poem/haiku(?). My eyes see it so clearly.
Behold, the power of poetry.
Thank you for posting this, and for posting it this day.
I saw a flowering Yucca, as soon as I read your Haiku sometime ago, even though in the area I grew up Yucca was rare perhaps because it was choked out by a thick carpet of Sage Brush. Perhaps it’s just me, but I can’t imagine one poetic thought about Sage Brush.
Anger got big knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the Golden Rule
Love the imagery of this poem/haiku(?). My eyes see it so clearly.
Behold, the power of poetry.
Thank you for posting this, and for posting it this day.
Eduardo,
How did I not see your post for two weeks?
This song has been floating through my head all day since reading your lyrical response. I shall never grow tired of Rush, or you, brother.
Thanks for reading.
I saw a flowering Yucca, as soon as I read your Haiku sometime ago, even though in the area I grew up Yucca was rare perhaps because it was choked out by a thick carpet of Sage Brush. Perhaps it’s just me, but I can’t imagine one poetic thought about Sage Brush.
I bet you can! Write a haiku about it. 17 syllables have a way of helping us see. If you do, send it to me!