I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Jealousy

Never at heart's ease
Should one be greater
Than her
This green eyed other self-
Twin sister of love.

Born from lack of self confidence
Grows into the proud child
Of envy that perverts the mind
feels pleasure in the reverse,
Cruel as the grave,


Can endure its own despair
But not neighbour's hope.
To ignore the force of jealousy
Is to deny the gravity
Of this strange passion.

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