Poetry for the Season

Truly, the cherry blossoms are quite pretty around where I live (map), thankfully neglected by the majority of both tourists and locals alike. While sitting with Anthony under some blossoms yesterday, I thought about how many have tried to put the feeling into words, and how they certainly must have failed. Not being one to pass up a chance to fail miserably, I've given it a go myself:


            Oh humble Cherry Tree
            Passing the year in quiet slumber
            Alive after the long winter
            Heavily laden with Spring's finest glory
            Beauty beyond the grasp of words
            Not retarded crap like poetry

the end


One comment so far...

Unfortunately calling poetry “retarded crap” says more about you than it.

Ouch, a bit touchy today, Zak? Remind me to not to tell you what I think of shakuhachi. (JUST JOKING! 🙂 ) —Jeffrey

— comment by Zak on December 3rd, 2007 at 2:48pm JST (10 years ago) comment permalink
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