5/1/07:
January rain.
Your face looking back at me.
The warmth in your eyes.
12/1/07:
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.
14/1/07:
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.
12/1/07:
The tidal river.
A black arrow strikes the shore:
sudden cormorant.
19/1/07
My mind has blanked out.
It's the heat. It gets to me.
My brain is melting.
26/1/07
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
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')
These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.
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