Feb. 15: opera
never heard
that performance we missed
I don’t forgive
Feb 16: pool
new acquaintance
neighbour with swimming-pool
instant best friend
Feb. 17: queue
crossing our legs
too few cubicles
penis envy
Feb.18: rattle
in my Melbourne
the old red rattlers
went the distance
Feb. 19: sandal
a lone sandal shuffles in the tide
Feb. 20: talus
the hill
in the big rain
falls downhill
Feb. 21: umbrella
useless
my umbrella
in the wind
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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