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.

31 December 2008

Hot in Australia: haiku and things for December 2008

5/12/08

Christmas is coming.
It’s hot in Australia,
swimming weather – yay!

(I think we better call this one a senryu.)
A friend commented:

There is a word for people who talk about heat & swimming weather while it is snowing here in Colorado -- but I don't think that word is "senryu." (-:


12/12/08

Morning dark and damp.
I contemplate stormy clouds
and turbulent creek.

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In the flood of love
my heart naturally turns
to joyous haiku.


19/12/08

Christmas looms closer,
storms and heat mere irritants
in lead-up frenzy.


20/12/08

In our warm weather
I gaze at pictures of snow –
admire, don’t envy.

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Is it gift or wage
if you must be a good child
for Santa to come?


23/12/08

No longer looming,
Christmas is here. May it bring
peace and joy to all!


26/12/08

Christmas is over:
two days of festivity
in a busy year.

Losing track of days
in a welter of feasting,
I forget haiku!


28/12/08

The dark of the moon
a soft steady rain falling.
I write to my son.

11 December 2008

In the top!

Many thanks to all who have voted for me in the Top 100 Poetry Blogs thing. :)

I was one of the finalists and will have work in the forthcoming anthology. (Which I'll let you know about in due course.)


The idea is not so much the competition, it's to get more people reading more poetry – still, it's rather nice all the same to find my work so highly rated!

5 December 2008

The poem of the dress



This recent photo is getting me so many compliments, I decided to revisit a poem I wrote about it in 2007. (On that occasion I was wearing it without the matching trousers.)

Summer dress

My cherry-red drapes me loosely,
floats when I move, dances with me.
Deep armholes show flashes of skin,
my underwear is "nude".

The slit front and scalloped sides
free my winter-white legs.
They stick right out in the sun,
they jig and twist and stride.


20/9/07