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 subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

31 August 2011

August chill: August haiku 2011

sunny morning
the red lid of my bin
against green lawn

5/8/11


he left lights burning
lids off food
yet we miss him now

12/8/11


August chill
invades the house
despite heater

morning sneezes
ring through the house
shake us up

this old poncho
I made when my kids were small
still warms me

morning coffee
my defence against
August chill

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Friday
sneezing
haiku!

19/8/11


winter hunkers down
a last long stretch of cold wet
after hints of spring

21/8/11


Some old ones from 2005:

The doves are cooing
over and over again,
disturbing our peace.

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The tree sends tendrils
up under the overhang …
seeking shade or light?

(rediscovered 22/8/11)


June 11
Lune sequence

The day has gone past.
I breathe in.
(My second wedding.)

Often I forget
for some hours
why this date rings bells.

I wore a pink dress —
miniskirt —
and my highest heels.

Heather was bridesmaid.
Promises now
to email; doesn’t.

The best man was Jim.
Years later
gave Bill’s eulogy.

(Another oldie rediscovered and reworked.)
12/6/10 - 22/8/11


Rising from dry grass
the Grevillea trembles.
Look! A king parrot.

17/01/06 
(Rediscovered 22/8/11)


Not pitter patter
more of a sonic boom
rain in the tropics

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rain interferes
with my internet access
comments disappear

23/8/11



Creating haiku —
a solitary calling?
Ha, ha! No, crowded.

26/8/11


poetry
between hard realities
a pause for breath

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red cribbage pegs
my Grandpa teaching me
sixty years ago

28/8/11


In Another Country

prognosis 
terminal and soon ...
are you still there?

your fine brain
undervalued
erupts

your brain creates
more and more cells
trying harder

your mind
expands and narrows
the focus

my mind 
fixed on your dying
stops

I do nothing
think
of nothing else

you think 
of those around you
dying or ?

you think
of those who have left
the ward

you are 18
you think of a future
you dreamed

29/8/11

2 comments:

  1. I just tried to post so hope I am not repeating. What I said was I wondered if you were posting newer haikus, in case I am missing something.

    These are so lovely. You use the form so well, especially with respect to times or people past, a great poignant simplicity.

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  2. Thank you so much for the lovely compliment!

    I post my haiku on facebook as they are written, at the Haiku on Friday group. Then I post them here at the end of each month.

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