Friday, April 18, 2008

The hibiscus tree

Its size, small.
Its bole, straight and slender:
The hibiscus tree at the edge
Of my morning call for poetic inspiration
In the little square,
Tolls its blood-red bells
To stir the silence in my green vision.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I myself am tryng to write a hibiscus poem but ive hit a writers block. I like your poem.

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