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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3 November 2009

Fresh raspberries: haiku for October 2009


fresh raspberries
the taste and texture
of my childhood


on the train track
stems, leaves and berries


sudden lilies bloom
in my afternoon garden
unseen this morning


Photo of Kerouac

hugging his cat
how domestic he looks
this road poet


Melbourne rain
going cold to my bones


abandon yourself
it’s all in the letting go
freedom and passion


sprawling on the bed
my cat is relaxed in sleep:
utter abandon


I carry with me
as mirror and barrier
her faraway gaze


across rainy dark
the whispers of the ocean
sound right in my house


tonight cicadas
and the smell of coming rain
heat builds to pressure

tomorrow morning
a renewal of sunlight
the blessing of trees

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