Growing through plastic
woven in chain link fence a
tree reaches for you
Leaves have not returned
Branches clamor atop each
other waiting for
sunlight and summer
to loose the knots of winter
tied in wet black boughs
Fingers touch your cheek
Roots nudge against the sidewalk
The fence scowls in grey
metal and plastic
strips the bark Green flesh is bare
washed clean in the rain
A split-end like hair
cradles rain droplet with light
A lens A rainbow
Plastic is broken
Arms wrestle the metal fence
trunk has grown around
the chain New born buds
leaves in waiting look at you
say Do not pass by
woven in chain link fence a
tree reaches for you
Leaves have not returned
Branches clamor atop each
other waiting for
sunlight and summer
to loose the knots of winter
tied in wet black boughs
Fingers touch your cheek
Roots nudge against the sidewalk
The fence scowls in grey
metal and plastic
strips the bark Green flesh is bare
washed clean in the rain
A split-end like hair
cradles rain droplet with light
A lens A rainbow
Plastic is broken
Arms wrestle the metal fence
trunk has grown around
the chain New born buds
leaves in waiting look at you
say Do not pass by
***
Both of today's obstructions were contributed by classmates, as were many of the other obstructions that may be drawn during the next few weeks.
The video was to be shot of the "most quiet and still place you encounter today." That place is a roundabout near my apartment. In a residential intersection a block from a busy commercial area, the roundabout seems to me a sanctuary, an island, that no-one enters. Amid the traffic, commerce, and life that surrounds, the roundabout is a mechanism for the smooth flow of a day that sits in meditation.
The text was dictated to be "made entirely of haikus [sic]." I interpreted this to mean that it should be a piece made of a series of traditionally metered haiku linked together. In walking past a neighboring yard, I noticed for the first time a small tree that was planted in the yard that had grown through the chain link fence with white plastic strips woven into the fence for privacy.
The video was to be shot of the "most quiet and still place you encounter today." That place is a roundabout near my apartment. In a residential intersection a block from a busy commercial area, the roundabout seems to me a sanctuary, an island, that no-one enters. Amid the traffic, commerce, and life that surrounds, the roundabout is a mechanism for the smooth flow of a day that sits in meditation.
The text was dictated to be "made entirely of haikus [sic]." I interpreted this to mean that it should be a piece made of a series of traditionally metered haiku linked together. In walking past a neighboring yard, I noticed for the first time a small tree that was planted in the yard that had grown through the chain link fence with white plastic strips woven into the fence for privacy.
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