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')

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31 March 2012

Oh listen — March tanka 2012


oh listen
sixties music softly
remember
how she is here and now
and he is very far 

6/3/12

free morning
I don’t know what to do
with myself
so seldom by myself
leisure hangs loose and strange 

13/3/12

autumn equinox
a day of sun and showers
we get our hair cut
and make calls to creditors
tidying up for winter

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when I was ten
my cousins from Burma
brought me a gift
a bamboo parasol
with a tip like a spire

I watch on TV
parasols in the crowd
blooming like hope
round the slender lady
smiling straight-backed

the golden spire
on the great pagoda
shines in the dawn
in old Rangoon city
I always imagined

20/3/12

‘My memory
is getting good,’ he says
recalling
childhood’s vivid details
but not last week’s movie.

27/3/12

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