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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26 January 2013

Wet Day

Wet day, cosy,
in bed together snuggling
reading, sipping coffee ...

well that's how it used to be.
Today it's just me
and the cats. Bugger!


  1. I love your poetry. You get it.

  2. Well, at least teh cats are happy with the arrangement!

  3. Times change. Times will change. Neat little poem.

  4. Thank you for the smile. :)

  5. Laughing
    Ooooops, suppose to say sorry.
    But you made me laugh. Bugger!

  6. What is it about that word, which used to be a very terrible swear word and now is guaranteed to raise a laugh?

    Thank you all for kindly commenting. And you are all correct - this piece is sad, angry and wryly humorous all at once.