I had to do just one more poem for the contest.
As I was sitting at my commuter this morning with my window open to the bliss of little birds singing, the roar of the suburban summer machine drowned out my joy just as I was reading about jazz on Tweetspeak.
This tanka has nothing to do with jazz, but it speaks to obsessions.
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Obsession
Verdant soldiers fixed
at attention. August lawns
a suburban obsession.
Wildflowers whirligig
in delight, nature’s passion.
To Create... 
O, keep it up. 🙂
Thank you. I can’t help not write with the inspiration from Tweetspeak and Everyday Poetry.
I love the whirligig! 🙂
Thank you. I planted a “twirling butterfly” plant for the perennial garden this year and that’s what it looks like to me when the wind blows.