early morning
yells and slamming doors
arouse the street
11/11/11
I dance to Janis
Me & Bobby McGee
and my broom
12/11/11
morning
cats and coffee
wake me
18/11/11
frothy ocean
the tangy smell of spray
oh Summer, Summer!
25/11/11
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.
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strong series...keep 'em coming
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you! I post monthly; December's post is not far away. :)
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