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 subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

2 July 2009

Tweet Poems for May & June 2009

(Tweet poems = poems on Twitter,
140 characters max.)


Falling into music/after a night & day/of pursuit through a maze./Now safety, lullaby, dream;/lock th door & sleep/until morning.



walking the meadow of despair/surprised by sudden rainbow/after I lifted my head



I inhabit a strange landscape here./An underground spring bubbles forth/breaking the smooth surface.



In the grey fog/you know we're there./We shine our lights.


Coming through dark/bends in the road/other lights passing/show me I'm not alone.


Wild & cold out/dangerous seas/crashing non-stop.//Yet we are warm/in our stone-floored house/we are safe/in these present moments.



Black cat walks in/from cold night/gazes at us/raises his tail/as if disdainful/goes to the door/& out again./Are we so unexciting?



My time autumn/my place tropics/here & now/my hair grows thick/my nails get strong/I’m jungly/I’m becoming/leonine.



slender as bamboo/white flowers in her hair/she stands straight/peace in her eyes/strength in her voice



Vets call her tortoiseshell./To me she looks grey/except that as she moves/it seems that waves of light/ripple through her fur.


My island rises/in dreams or when rain/settles dark, or the ocean/wallows and froths./I remember being held/contained by its shores.



Soft night at home/after the long long day./I sleep awake/& dreams begin:/I’m driving & driving/the long road home/to be with you.



  1. 4 and 5 are my favs. so everyday and profound both.

  2. Yes, they came out of having those experiences literally, and the deeper implications immediately became apparent.