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.)

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12 August 2011

I Start My Evening Walks

I start my evening walks again
after a long gap,
plodding tired and heavy
at the end of the day
in a still chilly dusk.

Head down, I’m surprised
by clover dotting the grass,
little happy faces.
A lone ibis flies,
stretching in a straight line
for the hills of home.

Only ten minutes today.
I turn about
and the round moon confronts me
low in the sky, bright white.
Now I am peaceful.


  1. I love this poem, especially the image of the 'lone ibis.'
    Thanks for your work,

  2. Thank you, Lorna. Lovely of you to say so.

  3. What a nice walk, I could almost see it all with you. Lovely imagery.

  4. Thank you. Yes, it was nice, and much needed.

  5. a lovely poem of quiet meditation, Rosemary...the imagery and pace are all absolutely apt...

  6. Thank you Raj; I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.