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')

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31 May 2011

Music falls: Tanka for May 2011

music falls
into the emptiness
the silence
my wind chimes moving
softly in the almost still


feel like death
not dying, sneezing
not drowning)
and you in hospital



the bed is full
he breathes beside me
I feel balanced
the weight of him there
restored, secures me


the one bloom
on my autumn rose
heavy with fullness
petals beginning to curl

and tiny white clouds
a sky
deceptively light
ahead of the rain

these mirrors
tell me I’m growing old
and still
happiness fills me
with dancing light


only two red leaves
among thick dark green
on the poinsettia
but I thought it was dead
at the end of summer


our green autumn
was good for the plants
now winter
beginning tomorrow
comes in with flowers


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