O at the Edges

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Mushrooms I Have Known

Posted on December 9, 2018 by robert okaji

Mushrooms I Have Known

Reticent and tired, withdrawn,
dejected, I return.

Emerging overnight from nothing,
then withering back to zero.

Does light incite you?
The shade?

I walk by and say hello.
You do not speak.

This first appeared on the blog in April 2017.

10 thoughts on “Mushrooms I Have Known”

trE on December 8, 2018 at 8:37 am said:

This is exceptional, Robert!

“Does light incite you?
The shade?
I walk by and say hello.
You do not speak.”

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- robert okaji on December 8, 2018 at 9:01 am said:
  
  Thanks, Tre! The mushrooms never reply, but I keep talking to them.
  
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  - trE on December 8, 2018 at 9:05 am said:
    
    Haha. They hear you. You’re welcome!
    
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    - robert okaji on December 8, 2018 at 9:21 am said:
      
      🙂
      
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Isabella LeCour on December 8, 2018 at 11:39 am said:

Wonderful juxtaposed whimsy. So enjoyable. Thank you for sharing.

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- robert okaji on December 8, 2018 at 12:50 pm said:
  
  Thank you for reading, Isabella!
  
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Nazir on December 8, 2018 at 9:03 pm said:

Even the mute mushrooms have their space only in the poet’s universe. Good.

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- robert okaji on December 9, 2018 at 8:29 am said:
  
  They certainly do, Nazir!
  
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Kenne on December 9, 2018 at 2:33 pm said:

I love the zen whimsy given to bring these often overlooked mushrooms to life!

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- robert okaji on December 9, 2018 at 7:48 pm said:
  
  Thank you, Kenne. Sometimes we forget that we’re not the only life forms on this planet!
  
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