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')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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1 January 2011

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


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


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


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


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