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 2008

In the monsoon rains: haiku and things for January 2008

3/1/08:

In the monsoon rains
the river is high and fast
and rising, rising ...


11/1/08:

In my dark garden
wind chimes clang faintly, I breathe
the smell of the sea.


18/1/08:

It's still raining here.
No word from my friend far south
in the hospital.


No word from the one
who went into the desert.
The rain settles in.


25/1/08:

The river's flood-brown.
The wind is chill this summer
and sounds like sobbing.

******

When death comes ...

You should be sleeping.
Perhaps you should be alone.
But should you be young?

(A response to the news of Heath Ledger's passing.)


© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008

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