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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2 December 2010

Dawning excitement: November tanka/gogyohka

Two gogyohka:

Sunny morning.
I open the blinds
just enough.
The street is quiet,
the garden shines.


Melbourne Cup Day:
dawning excitement.
The winner will be
the best horse —
so you think.


The hill top
is full of flowers
after rain.
I climb skyward
in scented air.


quiet drive
after the meeting
empty roads
warm soft darkness
and my man waiting


My rose blooms again,
one flower on the long stem.
Spring is really here.
I miss the kookaburras,
not seen these past rainy weeks.


In this Caldera
white ibis wander freely
parading the streets,
decorating trees en masse —
reminders of my friend Thoth.


Spring rain.
My herb garden
spills over:
white flowers
on the lawn.


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