I have another blog of miscellaneous essays and poetry. I started this one to specifically share the unanticipated poetry that comes to me during acupuncture. Haikus come easy In the contemplative zone Under the Needles
(For Joanne Barsanti)
Bluewater; calm, still
Wisps of clouds; whispers of trees
Heron and Egret
Waiting, Patiently, alert
Watching; flit grey-green, then whoosh.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 24 August 2020
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