But it's Good

But it's good to have these times
when you come and sit beside me
as if alive – the same questioning smile,
the slightly wicked glint in your eyes –
when I park in a spot that holds
particular memories, of some past
and probably unimportant incident
(in the larger scheme of things) 
… but nothing's more important.



Written for Flash 55 Plus at 'imaginary garden with real toads' (55 words, plus the idea of two, in this case two people)

Bits and Pieces

Some micropoems from my files, which it seems I haven't posted here before (arranged in alphabetical order by name of form, not by date of writing) –

Erotic haiku:

our soapy hands

as we shower together

slip and slide

1/8/15

he bends his head

I stand on tiptoe

our first kiss

3/8/15

(No need for curiosity, dear readers; there's no-one new. I write my erotica these days from memory and imagination.)

Gogyoshi:

so many clouds

plump and round

and apparently rollicking

over their big blue meadow —

kids in a playground

2/8/15

Senryu:

cold morning 

waking to back pain

and cat on bed

21/8/15


aqua-aerobics

I float in warm water

emerge wiped out

23/10/15

Tanka:

the rain stops

the stars are still dark

blanked out

the night’s loud silence

pierces like a scream

7/5/14

Even with 

the toy teddy bear 

beside me,

I fail to sleep –

until I clasp it.

18/8/15

on holiday

I begin to lose me

in the new

until this morning

I make a poem – ah!

25/8/15

I reach up

pull off and crush

a thin leaf

inhale the tang

of eucalyptus 

we do this 

starting in childhood

we Aussies

instinctively

breathing in home

26/8/15

like water

the light slants down

pouring

like silver rain

on your shining face

7/10/15

Tilus:

long grief, then all at once

I reclaim

me

9/6/14

the small cold days come down

I winter

lone

12/6/14

Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 1 Dec 2015 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

Drawing Lesson: Orange

using charcoal

I make a tree of dreams

black white and grey

then I add orange chalk

to bring my dreams alive

song-birds in the branches

*** 

feel your way she said

desire is born of orange

today we create

an emotional landscape

let it be messy and fun

***

I pressed hard

for black and colour

then I smudged

the finger-soft grey

and left some stark white

the orange sang loud

At dVerse just now we are looking at Japanese forms which can be seen as non-identical twins: the tanka and the bussoku-sekika (which has an extra line). Mine are two bussoku-sekika, each in a pattern of short and long lines, sandwiching a tanka with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable count. 

These are variations on a theme: my drawing attempts today based on my friend, artist and art teacher Sharyn Willliams's blog. Have a look; she has very interesting things to say and show.  

(Tanka and bussoku-sekika are usually untitled, but this blog post seemed to need an overall descriptive label.)

Linking this post to Poets United's Midweek Motif: Energy, Vitality