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')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They 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. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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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


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


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


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


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


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



  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!


  2. rereading is the best tribute.