under the jujube tree
three sparrows chatter with glee
free fallen fruit
under the fall moon
a civet owl calls – who who
in the jujube tree
under this roof lives
a cat and four students
in the garden
the cat climbs the jujube tree
hunting for gormless sparrows
© G.s.k. ‘15
Though the fruit of the jujube is often called red date, Chinese dates, Korean dates, or Indian dates, they are in fact nothing at all like a date. They look (and taste) like tiny apples as I discovered this fall at my son’s house. Bastet
Fascinating note about the jujube!!
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Hi there–regarding your request to make your last comment on my blog private…other than deleting it, I don’t know how to do that; so it’s been deleted. I hope that’s what you wanted–and I’m so sorry about….(?) Take care, J L
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What a beautiful word to repeat, jujube tree. Beautiful ode.
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I’ve never seen a Jujube nor tasted it’s fruit! Very nice introduction!
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I’ve learned something new today; jujube tree. Thank you. 🙂
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Enjoyed reading!
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love the verse of the tree under a profound brand.
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Jujube tree.. wow .. your words made it more fascinating.. along with a story of cat and sparrows..
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Love the sounds here, and the introduction to a new tree. 🙂
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Your poems overpower the senses. Another classic one 🙂
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Lovely set!
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A wonderful story told in verse. I’ve rescued a few birds from cats before. I keep my cats indoors, but there are still other cats aplenty to get at the birds.
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I liked the rhythm in your poem, and the story you told…
And I said I’d let you know if I did an echo poem… Well, at least I tried 🙂
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thanks for the story in verse. super, as usual!
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Oh delicious. It’s been such a lovely treat to read your words this month!
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Thanks so much Grace, it’s been a pleasure for me to discover your work too … we should have year ’round events like this one … they create a great opportunity to bounce our work off one another and see new styles.
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Interesting. 🙂
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Jujube tree has a nice ring to it. The word suggests to me something sugary and sweet.
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I love the sound of the word jujube … it’s a fun word!
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This is an amazing poem Georgia! It really sings its own song – fashioned by your lines and words – and the sense of being there – seeing this story unfold – is so apparent to me – it leaves me dizzy and senseless – but in a wonderful way. I’ve definitely had a new adventure and experience in reading this. You totally rocked this XD
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Thanks very much 🙂 a great comment!
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Wow Georgia , you are magnificent ! I love the interconnection between the haiku’s and the way they stand alone as separate entities ! Treasure it !
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Forgot to mention that this one is full of grace
Under the fall moon
A civet owl calls-who who
In the jujube tree
❤
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❤
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Oh I love how your created a story with your haiku and well, would this not be a tanka? whatever you call it, it flows so beautifully, cara!! I would love to taste such a fruit!
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amazing ode 🙂
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