My favourite plant
grows new leaves,
dark green and glossy.
This plant I have had
many years;
never learned its name.
It was a present —
all I keep
of that dead friendship.
As for my false friend,
I’ll never
say her name again.
The plant is hardy.
I like it:
a tough survivor.
(Kelly Lune; syllable-based.)
I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
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