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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31 October 2012

Oneline, 2012 October

birthday coming the first without my husband


rain on the roof gecko chirps


red roses at twilight rain coming


full moon the cats are restless


poisonous oleander pretty in pink



  1. My heart goes out to you Rosemary. Great haiku here.

  2. Not knowing much of modern haiku, you are expanding my interest and knowledge.

    These are all lovely, Rosemary. I forgot that oleander is poisonous!

    Lady Nyo