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.

10 May 2009

Opening darkness: haiku for April 2009

3/4/09

The rain is roaring
drowning out the surf’s thunder.
North and south, there’s floods.


10/4/09

The cloud-covered moon
the full moon, at 2 am
showed herself, I danced.

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I'm full of poems,
long ones, crowding out haiku –
but soon miss my friends.


16/4/09

sunrise
and the vast river
waiting


17/4/09

A fine new morning:
sunshine after days of rain.
We wake, smile, embrace.


22/4/09

White noise
and outside the sea
booming.

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opening darkness
seeds half realizations
first widening blooms

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wild ocean tonight
thundering, coming down hard
and foaming the dunes

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A poem in tanka form, with senryu feel, about haiku:

Haiku on Friday (MySpace)

I started the group
so I’d learn to write haiku
from skilled friends who joined.
They are skilled, I’m still learning –
but I’m seen as an expert!


24/4/09

Tibetan Prayer Flags

At length the weather
will erase what is written.
Prayers are renewed.

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Earth Day

We wake to sunlight
and the planet still here
the morning after.

On the other hand ...

Enjoy what we have!
Sweet awakening today,
and how much longer?

- Devil's Advocate


25/4/09

Dawn Service, Anzac Day

At Gallipoli
a bugle sounds the Last Post
then comes Reveille.
Old enemies, side by side
remember, and pray for peace.


29/4/09

To Sandra
(for her profile page on MySpace)

You’re a restful place
for me to come and visit
sometimes … it’s enough.

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Bright green lorikeet
flashes past me as I walk,
vanishes in tree.

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