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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1 December 2011

Other side of the glass: November tanka 2011

on his balcony
cool breeze on a warm spring day
entertaining friends
the young man smiles as he sings
of ageing and loneliness


when visitors come
my cat waxes voluble
greeting them at length
loud conversational mews
complaining she’s underfed


‘Must be getting old.
I just can’t raise it tonight.’
How astonishing —
at 82 years 9 months
and fresh home from hospital.


half the length of my thumb
pale belly
green toe-pads like pin-heads
other side of the glass


‘write of Wild’
others raised leopards
alI I saw
was a tiny frog
high up my window



  1. love the contradiction in the first, the smile and the context of song...the third made me smile...

  2. These poems are every day kitchen herb strong. They speak of life lived every day, realizations of aging and the ever hunger of cats lol.