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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

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.

6 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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