I nurture struggling creatures.
Endangered! Trying to survive.
In a fertile environment, they thrive, and begin to multiply.
I watch them, getting nothing in return.
Then one day as I grow weak, their coils embrace me.
Hold me close, and comfort me as I cross over.
Buoyant blog of Canadian poet and haijin (lifelong haikuist) Chris Faiers/cricket. Poetry, esp. People's Poetry in the tradition of Milton Acorn, haiku/haibun, progressive politikal rants, articles on engaged Buddhism and meditation, updates on the revitalizing of Callaghan's Rapids Conservation Area, memories of ZenRiver Gardens retreat near Marmora and annual Purdy Country LitFests (PurdyFests), events literary and politikal, and pics, amid swirling currents of earth magick and shamanism.
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Friday 6 October 2023
Passing of the Jungle: poem by Morley Ellis
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