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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

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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