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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30 November 2009

Tweet poems, August to November 2009

(Poems written for Twitter, 140 characters max.)



full moon & one small star/bright only lights in a blue fog/I call the light down into my wand/holding hands with Andrew & we exult



Her smile z bright music,/her gaze z a dance/either light & vivacious/or measured & grave,/her laugh z sunlight/on a sparkling shore



they r long, these months/of th change-over/warm & cool & mild & hot/nothing settled nothing begun/I nod off in th middle of th day



The tide comes in/so much higher now.//How long before we must move/to higher ground – and how high?



I’m away & far/trying not to see/how hunched he is/& heavy dark/in that small space/looking only in/at his mind onscreen/his fantasy



dance flower/down deep air/& perfume time



so full of grief/there’s no room left/for poetry//recollecting wounds/of early childhood

Written for twitter

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