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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2 April 2012

With him: March haiku 2012

hidden laugher
behind the green door
pyjama games?


peaceful evening
I stayed home all day
with him


the way he twists
moving his body
against the pain

walking slowly
in pain —
despite the pain

when the pain is worst

seldom complains
I forget the pain
rarely absent

yesterday morning
said, ‘It’s so nice
to be without pain!’


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