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.

2 July 2012

I light a match: June Tanka 2012

full moon
I light a match
give thanks
the spell burns fast
and I’m dancing

5/6/12


Tributes requested
are generously penned
for the dead poet.
And me? I pay tribute
reading her work again.

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her words
are clear as fire
lighting
our pathway through
her dark absence

12/6/12


leafless branches
bloom with azaleas
pink on grey
brightening winter
briefly — then pruned

19/6/12


orange blooms
over my fence
the creeper
thrives like the weeds
which I allow

26/6/12


been here
days already
present
to me and himself
now drifts off elsewhere

26-7/6/12

5 comments:

  1. Creeping orange bloossoms over a fence sound equally as delightful as being inspired by a long-gone poetess' words, then lighting a match to the mooon and dancing!

    xo

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  2. rereading is the best tribute.

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