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 subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

31 July 2012

Cold Friday: July haiku 2012

red wine
at midnight —
my neck hurts

7/7/12


children play loudly
in the doctor's waiting room
the old sit silent

13/7/12


morning light —
the sound of the cat
being sick

20/7/12


black-masked
he raids our garbage —
white ibis

24/7/12


two aged care homes
placed on either side
of the graveyard

25/7/12


cold Friday
Max's wake is happening
elsewhere

27/7/12


deadly shooting spree —
America responds
by buying more guns

29/7/12

1 comment:

  1. the old sit silent - such a great line, and poem

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