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')

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1 August 2009

Tweet poems for July 2009


Bright bud renews/the straggly rose./Older blooms loosen untidy petals/curling at the edges/ready to fall.



Who goes out/through the wind/through wind-blown leaves?/A glimpse, a shadow, an imagining,/a memory, a momentary dream?



A dream v light that z all music. A dream v music that z all light. I stand n th Temple v Illuminatn forming around me tangible song.



A flash of shade/from a swinging branch/and I think a bird’s wing/has crossed my window.



Sleek black/my cat lies against me/placed just right/for caresses.



we roam th night sky/where stars are flowers//by rivers of light/we sing to th moon//she is golden, I’ll never/relinquish your hand



Big sea darkening/heavy grey, churning /to white over black./Soft pink sunset/on soft blue sky./The moon/already radiant.



Two cats asleep on the bed/lying apart, curl/in identical shapes.



Th path to th beach/is closed after storms,/th gentle ramp to th sand/a cliff now, barricaded/with broken branches/barbed like wire.



What invisible out in the dark/fascinates my cat with fear?/He peers through the glass/arching his black back,/slow tail switching.


Written for twitter

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