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 August 2011

This anthill: August tanka 2011

We were expectant
but the people didn’t come.
We were here, ready.
Now the night is arriving
with an odd, unfinished air.


peaceful day
a melancholy tune
wafts faintly
from somewhere nearby
ripples on still air 


cold morning
August closes in
even the rain
is half-hearted


rain keeps away
the longed-for visitor 
and brings instead
one seeking shelter here
whom I don’t refuse, but ...


this anthill
half the size of my fist
is tunnelled
like a honeycomb —
this hotel, this village


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