Flower Haibun Poems

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It 
is the
persona 
naught 
beseech 
favors from
those four
elements
Earth, Wind,
Water, and Fire
for the restoration
of life or to maintain
said life through merely
to being Native American
tribes symbolize Zinnias...

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The fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock...

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A Mother Theresa Quote: 
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”

She, a Loreto sister of great value a Saint in old...

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Last fall we faithfully planted daffodil bulbs in our tree beds, waiting patiently for their arrival in early spring. Then in spring, the daffodils, golden...

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"A gentle pat and soft voice comforts even the frighten beast." Quote_ by poet

How many children grow up thinking that abuse is the norm,
never complaining...

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Alas, beautiful gardening gloves, I knew you well. I remember that early March morn; I opened your package and slipped you onto my hands. At...

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A great idea for a local and very pretty tea that costs nothing to make, and comes with the added pleasure of a walk in...

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I glanced in the side view mirror of the U-Haul truck.  One mile forward, one more, and then another.  With each mile forward...

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So often, in life I have found myself in bottomless, abysmal pits of sorrow.
My heart broken, my faith fragile and feeling hopeless and lost. ...

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"I can smell the soul of an abandoned house and
 I believe it is whispering, please explore me."
      
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Oh the beauty it will bring. The air will be filled with the fragrance from the beautiful budding flowers and trees. The sweet smell from...

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After a long walk on the unknown road I stand awhile to look ahead, 
see the dusk silently descend in the horizon with twilight gleam,...

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The pastel flower was gorgeous; I was fascinated by it. What do you call it?We call it Christmas cactus. I stare at my aunt. There...

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shh! the queen anne's lace is slumbering. there is no movement and her eyes are tightly shut. the wild strawberries are silent. there is a...

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Bubbly fresh droplets of rain enhance the pinks of the delicate rose petals. My artist heart gives an involuntary sigh. This beautiful aromatic gift has...

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