Pulling weeds left too / long, they release their seeds and / taunt me as they die. | haikumages

Pulling weeds left too / long, they release their seeds and / taunt me as they die.

Pulling weeds left too / long, they release their seeds and / taunt me as they die. | haikumages

// haikumages // ©russ murray 

“Haikumages” are short poems (mostly haiku and senryu-style) combined with images (mostly original photographs and graphics) by Russ Murray.

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Birds prepare for sleep / among the high bamboo leaves / chirping as eyes close. Cat making biscuits / on my belly, rhythmical / in a trance-like state.