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.

31 January 2012

The water: January tanka 2012

I’m alone tonight
watching a program on twins
how they are bonded
identical DNA
the self recognised and shared


hot rainy day
thunder blowing close
while you lie still
unsettled weather
weeping up a storm


rainy morning
the cats fight over breakfast
I chase them outside
they try to catch my eye
plaintive faces through the glass


Water Dragon year
begins with torrents of rain
following king tides
New Year is good for cleansing
the rivers keep on rising


the water
keeps on coming
some people think
we can control nature


black feathers
on my doorstep
oh foolish night-bird
when I chased you away
from my cats I meant it!


end of the month
a long month of sorrow
and heavy rain
I come to it sighing
and spoiling for a fight



  1. nice journey through your verses..controling nature, nice word play in that...and the final stanza def rings with emotion...

  2. Bless you, Brian! Ir's lovely to get a comment so soon after posting, and your responses are always so thoughtful that I know you really engage with my verses.

  3. I watched the program on twins
    putting aside envy
    for the ties that bind
    two halves as a whole
    a celebration of duality