An evergreen and a red, red rose:
One slowly, but dully, ever grows;
One springs to life only for a short time.
Lifespan pine and beauty rose, apposed?
And risk vice versa? One never knows!
Pine & Rose [Lyric Poem]
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a pristine blossom falls,
tumbling through grime & grit
but still unsoiled.

a lotus opens;
its yellow pod shining
back at the sun.

fallen petals
swept by undulating waves
into a neat pile.

a blossom falls
into the water:
i look. it’s gone.

a tree’s last blossom
seems to wait til no one
is looking to drop.
what a thing it must be
to see a holdout yield.

the last cluster
of frangipani flowers
tops a bare tree.

sun to flowers,
“now that I have your
attention… shine!”