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