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.
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3 October 2012

Frail flesh discarded: September tanka 2012

in Spring
the time of new life
my dear love
makes ready to travel
to the Summerlands


Frail flesh discarded
you can accompany me
so easily now
to the edge of the creek.
Two dragonflies skim the water.


Submitted for dverse Open Link Night #64


  1. These are so delicate, beautiful. I love the image of the dragonflies.

  2. So touching, Rosemary. Just beautiful.

  3. The first is so tender with a touch of wistfulness. And the second is so compelling with that beautiful image of the dragonflies. Lovely Rosemary.

  4. "Frail flesh discarded" took me to the hereafter and back, Rosemary. The gentle tones here belie meanings deep and intense.

  5. these are beautiful, grace in the passing...a release...love the touch of the dragonflies there in the end as well...life once more felt...

  6. Beautifully written, Rosemary.

  7. As spirits, there is simply the inner touch! And that's the reality which lingers and really matters! Beautiful pastoral images!

  8. These are beautiful words, beautiful.

  9. Very belatedly — many thanks to all for your kind comments.