early morning damp
a statue with dismal face
alone in the grass
5/3/10
overcast morning
a small moth cruises the weeds
by the draggled rose
12/3/10
the sun breaking through
lights up my small walled garden
just as I look out
19/3/10
the sunlight picks out
among the leaves a bright bird
startled eye glaring
20/3/10
the wind is dancing
through his fingers on guitar
moaning through his voice
26/3/10
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')
These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). 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 blog posts as much as possible.
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Nice haiku! Well-crafted. I'm really enjoying the big picture you paint with your 5-7-5!
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