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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6 April 2010

Today

‘You
are responsible
for the earthquake,’
the crystal shamans
are accused
suddenly.

Facebook
tells me
Turnbull quits politics
and my friend
is engaged
suddenly.

Patricia
needs Reiki.
I give it.
I’m a furnace
of energy
suddenly.

Debbie
consults me
as psychic medium:
her friend’s son
hanged himself
suddenly.

Duncan
my stepson
lends his car.
Starting it again
I can’t
suddenly.

Phoned
he comes
in our car.
His starts up
first try
suddenly.

Bedtime
for children.
Three little granddaughters
go to sleep.
Ah, silence
suddenly.


NaPoWriMo Day 6

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