Non-stop rain here: tanka/gogyohka December 2010

non-stop rain here
the weeks of her dying there
too far away
I say my goodbyes in thought
listening to the rain fall

6/12/10


I make poetry
first thing in the morning
instead of breakfast.
Is a hungry husband
worth my fulfilment?

7/12/10


I’ve become prone
to silly misjudgments
since my friend died:
arriving late or early,
locking myself outside ...

13/12/10


Early light.
A magpie warbles
down the road.
No-one is out yet
but birds in our street.

21/12/10


Rainy morning
after rainy weeks.
‘How is X?’
he asks, long away.
I list all the deaths.

28/12/10