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

Tanka on Tuesday: October 2009

dragonfly's wings flap
causing storms across the world
they'd have us believe
internet's even faster
is this chaos or theory?


warm day already
the grey cat curled on my bed
stretches out purring
I decide to stay longer
stroke her and open my book


From the low vantage
above the storm-damaged beach
the sea, my old love,
lately appears unfriendly
surging in rougher, closer.



The sky warrior’s
belt and sword are clear to see
turned upside-down –
the friendly southern image
a domestic cooking pot.

14/10/09 See Climate Change Tanka (previous post)


Those smiling snapshots
chubby tot, eager young man
are from long ago.
Now he glowers from photos.
The child in my mind is gone.


after the thunder
a return to calm sunlight
I’m dazed and blinking
thinking of a troubled man
who may never find such peace

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