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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

2 February 2010

Another hot night: January Tanka 2010

tap tap tap tap tap
silence in the library
is not as it was
I liked the old reading room
with the great dome, in Melbourne

still I must be glad
for the computer access
which serves the whole world
and me, creating tanka
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap


warm night
poetry and chocolate
before bed
I don’t shower
liking my skin smell


the weather cools
and there's a scent of rain
the injured cat
starts eyeing the outdoors
still forbidden to him


another hot night
after the one-blanket chill
of early morning
bare feet and sarong all day
and the fan still blowing hard


the DVD works
we’ve sorted which desk is whose
where to feed the cats
and how we can beat the heat —
home begins to shape itself



  1. what sharp snapshots! love hearing them.

  2. I'm glad! (That you can both see and hear them.)