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.

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.


Published in BEYOND THE DARK ROOM, 2012

6 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ReplyDelete

Comments are moderated and will be visible after being approved by the blog owner. If you can only comment anonymously, please include your name in the comment, just so I know who's talking to me.