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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

30 November 2008

After the Spring rains: haiku and things for November 2008

2/11/08

(In response to someone who insisted Beltane is May, Samhain November.)

The night of the dead
marks the turning of seasons
summer to winter.

The fire festival
marks an ascendance of sun
as life is renewed.

Here we're moving now
into the last phase of Spring.
Autumn's end is May.

The wheel is turning
over and over again
this way and that way

your way and my way
the way of the world's turning
its polarities.

The veils thin and part.
Always there will be dying
somewhere, and new birth.


4/11/08

Bird of Paradise Flower

poised in my garden
as if ready to take wing
and enter the light


5/11/08

5th November 2008

As the new day dawns
there are bells, there is singing.
The world takes a breath.


9/11/08

Early November.
Sudden eruptions of rain
turning hot days cold.


10/11/08

True stories

I dream new learning
training as a Samurai
then wake stiff and sore.


The wind howls all night.
Earlier that mighty voice
blasted down both gates.


13/11/08

Again the wind howls
after a day of hard rain.
Clouds cover the moon.


14/11/08

The full moon that rose
bright above the estuary
is now behind clouds.

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Huge gardenias
round and white as the full moon
sweeten my birthday.


18/11/08

The same view

Across the world
your water birds in flight
skim my river.

(Response to a haiga by Deborah P. Kolodji, USA.)

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Wild, wet, windy, cold.
Where is the Spring we enjoyed
just one week ago?

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Reflections of trees
edging the wet black roadway
move too, as I walk.


21/11/08

After the rainstorms
morning is full of pigeons,
insistent cooing.


28/11/08

After the Spring rains
wet grass dotted with clover,
the smells of childhood.


29/11/08

Wind on the paddocks
moves in a wave through the grass:
an inland ocean.

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Knee-high again,
the recently-mown lawn –
Spring rain-storms.

2 comments:

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  2. breakfast hustle
    crunchy cornflakes drown
    in stale milk

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