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.

5 November 2010

The moon's path: October 2010

    
a quiet street
disturbed by garbage trucks
the cats complain

1/10/10


Hot spring rains.
Small black winged ants hatch,
swarm and die.

8/10/10


all night
she lies between us
purring

12/10/10


rain clouds hide the moon
spring showers
my cold, dark garden

16/10/10


life in the delta
dim lights looming through the fog
and empty bellies

22/10/10


the moon’s path
wide over water
invites me

24/10/10


not dew but raindrops
lingering on leaves and grass
this quiet morning


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His hair is Snowy
yet still that wild bush horseman
plays on his Banjo.

29/10/10

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