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.

1 January 2011

After days of rain: December 2010

I remember
American rivers —
smooth turquoise.

2/12/10


my friend is dying
I don’t want to speak of it
yet I will phone her

2/12/10


Friday morning rain
dribbles unseasonably.
Soon the air will steam.

3/12/10


sunshine
after days of rain
birdsong

10/12/10


They write of cold.
I mop my perspiration
thankfully.

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Friday lasts a week
and then it begins again
we’re in a time-warp

18/12/10


Fried haiku.
We keep cooking them up:
deep fried ... stir-fried ...

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After the day’s heat
she sits up naked all night
playing with haiku.

19/12/10


hot morning
grass wet underfoot
sun high early

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blue sky
after long rain
summer?

31/12/10

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