<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/CUPLETS"><title>Short poems - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/</link><description>Images of the natural world. Present time. Short poems.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/759978" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/701638" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/698044" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/695344" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/693611" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692971" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692636" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692499" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692497" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692339" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/759978"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/759978</link><description>Contemplative Heron Staring down her rapier beak the heron stabs the hidden deep, and now the water's mended face reaffirms intrinsic grace</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/701638"><title>Remembered Flavour(They kill the whole tree)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/701638</link><description>The borers tunneling their mazes deep within, have turned to dust the sweet heart of my only mandarin.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/698044"><title>Mother passed away</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/698044</link><description>Remorse In her latter years when mother chided me for my unruly dress or uncombed hair I would today with all my heart comply and grant her wish, and wish her near.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/695344"><title>Comparison</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/695344</link><description>Youth sports shining armor but age can not with ease discard, a rusty suit of irony.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/693611"><title>PHOENIX</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/693611</link><description>Though the sun defers to autumn`s twilight chill, leaves of glowing maple set the ground alight.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692971"><title>HAIKU</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692971</link><description>The past retrieved, my clear utterance echoes from the cave`s mouth.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692636"><title>FUN WITH TWO</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692636</link><description>"My name is One." "Mine is too." "Your name is One, too?" "No, not One too, just One, like you, your name is One?" "Yes." "So we are two One`s?" "No, just one, One" "Each?" "Yes." "One gets quite muddled! "Me too!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692499"><title>Is Such. So.?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692499</link><description>`"My name is So, how do you do.?" "Such, is mine, so, so, and you?"</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692497"><title>INVASION (one acre)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692497</link><description>The convolvulus has over run the glory of this morning`s flowering plum.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692339"><title>SCANT PICKINGS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CUPLETS/692339</link><description>The silent snail so meek and lowly, leaves my lettuses entirely holey.</description></item></rdf:RDF>