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.

8 June 2010


I never ask about him.
The shadows begin to recede
and the silence becomes peaceful.

I am only a little curious now.
Perhaps it’s assumed I forget,
as I never ask about him.

I have not of course forgotten,
but I give him scant space in my mind
and the shadows begin to recede.

The love of family and friends
is a nourishment. So are the trees.
The silence becomes peaceful.

(A cascade poem, as seen on Poetic Asides)

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