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       Agapanthus

  • jeffpoet
  • May 11
  • 1 min read

 

       Agapanthus

        a purple streaming

        in the wind.

        Blue rain

        and rinse of misted

        distance.

        The crowded petiole

        of disconsolate

        green.

        Yellow anthers-

        a silent

        carillon of bells.

        The air

        a contusion of colour

        before the ramp

        surprise

        and violence

        of the storm.



 

These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.

 

 

 

 
 
 

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