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.) They 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. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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30 September 2011

He strokes my hair: September haiku 2011

cold rain
visitor arriving soon
for the sun


blessed boredom
the opposite of
a Chinese curse

(in response to a challenge
to write a ‘boredom’ haiku)

he strokes my hair:  
‘sleep now,
and in the morning ...’


blue evening

three-quarter moon
low in the sky
one star

the little street
behind curtains


reading your poems
I hear gamelan music
and miss Bali


while I sleep
on the other side of the world
new haiku


I wake and find
new haiku on facebook
spring blossoms


Friday. Eye test.
Pay bills, shop, urgent phone calls.
Haiku, whats that?



  1. Love these haikus. Especially "on the other side of the world new haiku". Fantastic!

  2. Ha. These are very clever. I am laughing at the last one, though I liked them all.

  3. my favorite: the little street
    behind curtains