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 May 2011

Late night: April haiku 2011


late night
in our quiet street
loud yelling

1/4/11


pink evening
the sun fades gently
good night

8/4/11


I step
into my garden
temple

13/4/11


from the world’s quarrels
I retreat to my garden
and read Neruda

15/4/11


Good Friday
buns in the oven
breakfast in bed

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Good Friday
sweat in my eyes
hot and cross

22/4/11


the writers’ group
met and talked
about writing

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wild rain
darkens the night
coming home

29/4/11


Samhain night
otherworld coming close
watching Dr Who

30/4/11


            

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