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.

1 September 2012

A time of waiting: August tanka 2012

now you've left
I begin to understand
already
you were almost gone
every day a little more

14/8/12


a time of waiting
I am fatalistic now
he'll do what he does
dying slow and peacefully
reaching out to hold my hand

28/8/12
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3 comments:

  1. Brian Miller1 September 2012 at 22:31

    so emotive...you got me this morning...probably because i am heading to see my father in law...and watching my MIL pass away over a few years, that first one...took me right there...

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade1 September 2012 at 22:32

    I appreciate your reading and you comments, Brian.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade1 September 2012 at 22:33

    *your comments

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