Don’t make fun of the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is self – discipline, a
Nip here, a
Snip there, and
With fullness of time, and
Passage through life,
Done with the flash of a scissor;
Bone handles,
Glinting.
Scissor flash snip, all gone
Extra weight, things un-needed, flash
Unheeded,
If you stop to think about it,
You will frighten yourself cold,
Frosty, frigid, cold lock-down, too afraid
To make a wrong move, stop –
Don’t laugh at the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is worth learning;
Moving through life with less.
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-short evocative poetry-
