‘China Made’: A Poem by Theresa Werba
China Made She sits before her grey machine, _knits, cottons, or brocade; with sweating she begins to sew _to ...
China Made She sits before her grey machine, _knits, cottons, or brocade; with sweating she begins to sew _to ...
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jackdaw watches on friary gates unruffled darkness sifts through trees hiking in the rain silver fog slowly lifting island in…
Beautiful poem! So much so deftly encapsulated in fourteen lines. Where is home? For nomads it's there and here.
1 approaching the great alchemical change, forest emerald deepens 2 toddler running bare foot in clover: bumblebees scatter for safety…
What a lovely poem! I identify with your wanderings. Well penned!
Three entries for the 2026 Haiku Competition. I declare these poems are my own original work, written in the last…
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