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')


Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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 posts as much as possible.

2 May 2010

Brightness on the street: April Tanka 2010

The cats have settled
into their outside places
his mat and her chair,
claiming the courtyard garden
and watching us through the glass.

6/4/10


Variations on a theme:

A rainy morning.
Fingering her tulsi beads
and chanting her rounds,
she walks in her bright sari
with her head covered.

Brightness on the street.
My Indian neighbour walks
in the drizzling rain
unhurried at her prayers.
She has lightened my morning.

13/4/10


The rain dribbles loud
as I wake this grey morning,
on roof and pavement.
We snuggle close together
then he brings me my coffee.

20/4/10


I wake up early.
Oh, it’s  a tanka morning
and his caresses
give me my subject matter.
Let’s not get out of bed yet.

27/4/10

2 comments:

  1. Nice poems!
    I love reading your poems cause they have free verses.I'll put you in my reading list for me to read your future works.

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  2. Nice poems!
    I love reading your poems cause they have free verses.I'll put you in my reading list for me to read your future works.

    ReplyDelete