Creative Writing and unfinished business…
April 24, 2014 § 12 Comments
weeds i cannot name
i cultivate fine roses –
am i a wildflower?
Tagged: haiku, poetry
Love the last line – indeed charming stuff!
Thanks, Mike. When you’ve sorted the riddle do let me know. I haven’t a clue!
Superb haiku! Easily one of the top 20 I’ve read online in the past few weeks…reminiscent of Issa and his understated humor. Nice one, Rachael!
Thank you, Ron! That’s some compliment. I resisted the idea to fiddle to make it easier to understand. Perhaps I should do that again.:-)
Aren’t weeds just “unloved flowers?”😉
Yep. That’s the conundrum
Looks like it
Lovely…and playful, to me at least. Love that! xo
Thanks, Chloe. I can’t make up my mind about it. x
Wasn’t it Ralph Waldo Emerson who said that weeds are simply flowers in disguise? (Or something to that effect.) Anyway, your poem made me think of that lovely quote.
I would imagine he would have said something like that, Miranda, but I’m hopeless at remembering quotes. I always think that flowers are plants I want in my garden, and weeds are plants I don’t! Purely subjective!
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