I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 January 2007

January rain: haiku and things for January 2007


January rain.
Your face looking back at me.
The warmth in your eyes.


She holds the infant,
its head soft against her cheek,
inhaling skin, hair.


The photo

While you are gone, missing your voice
I turn often to your speaking face.


My dead friend. And you,
the living friend so like him.
My soul is twice blessed.


The view from Down Under

America wakes
and comes online, we can tell.
MySpace gets clunky.


The tidal river.
A black arrow strikes the shore:
sudden cormorant.


My mind has blanked out.
It's the heat. It gets to me.
My brain is melting.


Goddess Exhibition, Art Gallery of NSW

As we wait in line
Krishna embraces Radha
and music begins.

Green Tara

Smiling serenely
she makes a gesture of giving,
dangling one gilt leg.

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007