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.
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27 February 2011

The Visitor

Dark figure, peripheral,
just by my shoulder.
For me? Is it time
to set my affairs in order?

Yet I am surprised
by my own calm.
Eventually I even forget him
and fall asleep.

In the morning, my Beloved
waking beside me, says:
‘What a terrible night!
I thought I was dying.’

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