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.

15 March 2014

Bed-Fellow

Even before 
I open my waking eyes,
I feel his body
snuggling warm against mine.
My ears fill with his purring.


Submitted for dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Blind Poet
which asks for a poem using senses other than sight.

13 March 2014

Lying Awake: Erotic haiku March 2014

lying awake
she recreates the pleasure
of his touch

closing her eyes
she sucks from her fingers
the taste he knew

*******















deep red petals
draw me in to the core
scent of nectar

15/3/14

Micro/Macro

I'm having another go at the latest dVerse prompt, writing micropoetry about macrophotography (as I misunderstood the latter term last time). This time the verses, instead of exactly 140 characters excluding spaces, have even fewer. 

















Insect View

fleshy red petals
catch the light
which draws us in
to the dark centre


Flower Photography

Side by side
twin sisters
turn their faces
up to the camera.
One is more forward
slightly edging out the other.


















Revealed

Rubble
set in concrete
for my feet to tread …
up close
each tiny pebble
becomes a jewel.


Far from the Sea

Far from the sea
I conjure it,
gazing at stones
which I magnify
into rocks,
on a concrete step
which becomes
a stretch of sand.


















Contrasts 

Through restful green
a tiny glimpse of pink:
the jade bush
on the balcony,
contained in its orderly pot,
above the profusion
of bright geraniums.


Jade Plant

At my door
to bring me luck,
under the overhang
it grows spindly.
The leaves stretch forward
seeking more light.


12 March 2014

My Skies


















Storm Approaches

Storm approaches. 
The dark sky closes in.
The trees stand still and huddle,
closing ranks, but 
it keeps on coming. Soon 
they’ll be flapping about,
trying to beat it off.


















The Storm Closes

The storm closes,
and sits right on top of the trees
which now begin to toss.
Behind them, though, the sky
glows through the branches
with patches of 
strange white light.























Stretching High

Stretching high
on slender stem,
the tree almost floats,
almost flies
in the wild, wide sky.
I straighten, and take 
a deep breath in,
feeling as if
the tree is breathing.



















The Clouds Around the Sun

The clouds around the sun,
which reveal and frame it,
seem to be pointing forward.
‘Excelsior!’ they seem to cry. 
‘Onward! Upward!’ they call
across the expanding sky.





The Sun Falls

The sun falls
down onto the tops 
of the waiting hills,
into the gullies and crevices 
with a crash of resounding light
that flares up and widens
and bursts,
and goes black.



The prompt today at dVerse Poetics, is Micro/Macro — to write a micro-poem of 140 characters, not counting spaces, about a macro-photo. I decided to do several. The titles, added merely for identification, also don't count in the number of characters. The photos are my own, of my corner of the world, which I never tire of recording. Unfortunately I completely misunderstood the term macropoetry! My next post attempts to get closer to the idea.