burst by sevenism

using cryptography to retranslate previous titles
i like the slight related sense

interested in language at the mo
but not in a creative generative sense
more a subtractive remixing mode

trying to reduce this haiku:

Thought I, the fallen flowers
Are returning to their branch;
But lo! they were butterflies.

i reached

fallen blossom
flutters up to it's branch
no: a butterfly

(and a renku remix based on personal experience

magpie shape
in front of the car:
butterflies playing)

ooo

stones often appear on the carpet just inside the front door - sometimes they seem too big to be carried in underfoot
i tend to pop them in plant pots to retain moisture
i dont know where they come from but stones never seem to have a distinct point of origin to me; they're just part of the earth