They will be poisonedBy their own toxicityThe toxic people
THE AIR RAID When I was nine years old, the war was on.The enemy drowning fast at last; the endWas near, but first the Allies had to bombOur town to drive the fiend aground, and soWe hid below in...
https://irinadim.com/2020/05/07/the-air-raid-celebrating-the-end-of-wwii-75-years-ago-on-8-may/
🙂 This is Bird’s Nest banksia or Banksia baxteri, an Australian Native flower. And here’s a haiku for World Poetry Day, which was yesterday! 🙂 Happy Spring to fellow bloggers in the Nor...
https://irinadim.com/2019/03/22/world-poetry-day-21-march-birds-nest-banksia/
Holy Night – Triolet Tonight is the Holy Night Christ the Saviour born unto us Blessed is the holy sight Tonight is the Holy Night To save our souls he’ll always fight His healing Love a sacr...
Blue heavenly blooms Dazzle in the morning sky December delight * Some Jacaranda trees produce foliage and flowers at the same time. I have noticed that these trees are the last to shed their ...
https://irinadim.com/2018/12/07/jacaranda-tree-still-in-bloom-haiku/
❤ The flower of love In full bloom – agapanthus Embraces summer ❤ What a gorgeous, sunny day in Sydney for the first day of summer in Oz! Even more appreciated after stormy weather, torrent...
❤ Let us Give many thanks For another day of Living, Loving, Laughing too, and Sprouting! ❤ The Red Onion sprouted while I was away in hospital during the month of May. I found it in the k...
❤ The rose That doesn’t wither Grows in my heart steadfast By passage of stormy weather Untouched ❤ Inspired by a bunch of red roses I received from Sasha for our son’s birthday on 9 July...
https://irinadim.com/2018/07/23/the-rose-that-doesnt-wither-cinquain/
❤ You might be called a common weed Yet, in my not so perfect garden You are a blessed breed Without much effort on my part You thrive and smile Each morning when I start My rounds of greetings...
https://irinadim.com/2018/06/10/to-an-unknown-bloom-rhyming-tercet/
❤ Moments Of shared jokes and Crazy laughs between us Sweet memories when we were young My son ❤ Copyright © Irina Dimitric 2018