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')


Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

They 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.
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 posts as much as possible.

1 September 2009

Tanka on Tuesday: August 2009

(Reposted from MySpace)

4/8/09

the day clouds over
after sunny beginnings
we are reminded
this is the last of winter
as well as the early spring

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startled I come to
noticing late it’s Tuesday
I’ve been counselling
I’ve been sharing her visions
my friend herself is poem

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you are in your life
my friend across the ocean
I see that it’s good
your face in the photo calm
and bathed in radiant light

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again it’s Tuesday
I’ve been lost in cyberspace
gazing with a friend
at a reflection of light
now turn and make a tanka


8/8/09

in a patch of sun
curled on the Reiki table
my black cat sleeping
like every other cat
and just like himself


11/8/09

a great wind comes up
swelling the sound of the sea
to a warning roar
echoing through the dark night
like a rising tsunami


(after writing this I found out there had been a tsunami warning for that night!)


19/8/09

yesterday was long
my husband immobilised
my inept nursing
chiropractic adjustment
now he slowly recovers

(my excuse to the MySpace tanka group for forgetting to start the blog until Wednesday)

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husband is cranky
bored and fed up with himself
he’s getting better
laughs at the verses I quote
writing him up on MySpace


25/8/09

I went off alone
to be as a child again
watching a movie
eating chocolate icecream
with no cares for two whole hours

2 comments:

  1. I love these.

    I'm taking a while to catch up on your poetry. I keep skipping it when it appears in my reader because I always think I need to approach it with a bit more time... and then I forget!

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  2. I do that with people's poetry too - and then have to have a big catch-up when I get a bit of leisure. Which is nice really, to have a good read all at once.

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