CUTTINGS

THE AFTERTHOUGHT OF CHIMES
FILTERS IN FROM NEXT-DOOR.
I AM UNDER THE ECHO, NOT
LISTENING SO MUCH AS NOTICING
IT FROM TIME TO TIME AS
I LOOK OVER THE RESULTS
OF MY LANDSCAPING AND
WEEDING FROM A WHITE
WICKER CHAIR.

AN ERRANT VINE HAS SPROUTED
TWO BLUE FLOWERS
WHERE IT REACHES
ROOTS OF THE LEMON TREE.
THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL;
I AM SUSPICIOUS.
ARE THEY A DIVERSION,
AN ENTREATY TO KEEP ME
FROM CUTTING BACK THE VINE?
I’LL KEEP THE FLOWERS,
PUT THEM IN A SAUCER
BY YOUR BED.

Viggo poetry...
this man is amazing :)

I like this one a lot :)

hug
Laila

I rather like this one, expecially the first stanza, I like the role given to language, lol, studying my brains out to become an interpreter, that's the kind of things that makes me :drool:

Hillside

We underestimate damage
done to the sky
when we allow words
to slip away
into the clouds.

I remember making promises
to you outside. We
were watching flowers
that hadn't opened.
A bee darted, careful
not to stick to
your half-shut mouth.

I love the last one Mena!!

It's amazing!!

I really love it so much!

:D

:love:
Andie!

OMG! :eek: Amazing. Absolutely beautiful. Viggo's so talanted!

~Hanna™

that was...like I can't find a word for it!!
Viggo Is so talanted!!
Omg!!