God’s Fancies


Pansies nod their heads
As butterflies flutter by
… Les penseés de Dieu

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 8, 2012, in Haiku, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. A beautiful image you have painted here.


  2. wonderful write 🙂


    • Thank you.


      Acorn Aphrodite
      Bursting bubble blowing
      Oaks a’borning
      Flecks of morning
      On the waves
      Reflecting silver
      In my eyes
      To green and growing
      Aphrodite stretching
      Branches beckoning
      To her sun
      With buds unfurling
      Who comes and goes
      And never leaves …


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