My complaint is with the lack of 5-7-5 meter. Does noone respect tradition anymore? Otherwise, the poems are transcendent.
Quote:
freshly mown grass
clinging to my shoes
my muddled thoughts
This is a very unique and fresh poem. After a squall has passed, the author is walking across a freshly cut lawn and some grass gets onto the bottom of their shoes. The subtly differently colored blades of grass create a random pattern on the bottom of the shoes. Thinking about life while walking across the lawn, the author happened to notice the pattern created on their shoes, and comes to think of it as reflecting their own complicated thinking. The expression “muddled thoughts” is especially skillfully used.
Quote:
an aimless stroll
pockets that slowly fill
with small round stones
During a seemingly aimless stroll, at some point your pocket is full of beautiful, round stones. Picking them up has become something of a habit, with eyes and hands moving almost subconsciously. This is a deep poem, providing a connection as it does to the memories collected during a long and full life.