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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6 September 2009

Full Circle

30 Poems in 30 Days, Day 4
Write the final line to your poem first, and then write the poem to get to that ending.


One star in the early night, rising
in a straight line high above the moon.

Thunderous across balmy air,
the constant repetitive boom of waves.

Sharp morning, with a promise
of heat increasing over the hours.

The market ground under surface dew
hard for my tent pegs, drying out already.

Two babies in their mothers’ arms
bounce and laugh, holding my gaze.

The skirt seller suddenly, casually,
tells me her whole life story.

I bring home two bottles of red
captured, held by the necks.

Sitting in front of bright yellow flowers
she describes white rice and truffles.

One of the cats complains of her food
but lies in my lap, purring.

With my wand, I draw down the light;
the moon is one hundred percent full.

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