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')

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8 December 2015

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)

2 December 2015

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


he bends his head
I stand on tiptoe
our first kiss


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


so many clouds
plump and round
and apparently rollicking
over their big blue meadow —
kids in a playground



cold morning 
waking to back pain
and cat on bed


I float in warm water
emerge wiped out



the rain stops
the stars are still dark
blanked out
the night’s loud silence
pierces like a scream


Even with 
the toy teddy bear 
beside me,
I fail to sleep –
until I clasp it.


on holiday
I begin to lose me
in the new
until this morning
I make a poem – ah!


I reach up
pull off and crush
a thin leaf
inhale the tang
of eucalyptus 

we do this 
starting in childhood
we Aussies
breathing in home


like water
the light slants down
like silver rain
on your shining face



long grief, then all at once
I reclaim



the small cold days come down
I winter



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

1 December 2015

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