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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

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.