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19 December 2016
14 December 2016
as it chooses the shape to take.
11 December 2016
Sanna Rizvi, who blogs at A Dash of Sunny and hosts weekly prompt nights there, this week invites fellow-poets to celebrate her birthday with poetic wishes. Not a problem; she has become a much-loved member of the poetic blogosphere! Find more birthday poems here.
10 December 2016
7 December 2016
Now is wild summer.
revelling in storms.
6 December 2016
(like a blinded eye).
(Dad's legs were almost unnaturally smooth and pale, as he always wore long trousers to conceal the large bandage. Years of attempted skin grafts never took. The deep scar on the knee was from the same 10-year-old accident.)
Note: It is clear from comments here and elsewhere that this one is not working satirically as intended, so it will need a massive rewrite later. (I greatly admire and trust Pilger, I never miss watching a serious version of the nightly news, and I do NOT recommend turning to 'bread and circuses' instead of confronting reality. [I do love Cirque du Soleil, and probably should have chosen something less beautiful and uplifting to try and make my point.])
4 December 2016
3 December 2016
2 December 2016
1 December 2016
The night, cool green,
30 November 2016
29 November 2016
28 November 2016
27 November 2016
Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 18/4/17 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. (Day 18 of April Poetry Month 2017)
(My friends are moving soon.)
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #333
Linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #331
23 November 2016
20 November 2016
19 November 2016
is seduction, is food, is transcendent heaven.
17 November 2016
I liked the anonymity. To stand out in public and blaze is alarming.
16 November 2016
15 November 2016
I’ve always loved my birthday being the 12th of November – that number, that name, beautiful in my ears. When, in my romantic teens, sweet Johnny Mathis sang The Twelfth of Never, I secretly claimed it as mine, with the private meaning that I would live forever. (Never mind the logic – I was creating my own.) In Australia, November is late Spring, warming up to expansive Summer but still leavened by breezes and cooler evenings. This year – just a few days ago – I spent my 77th birthday with a congenial friend, cruising on a boat on a tree-lined river, the weather just warm enough. Then we nourished ourselves with a concert culminating in stirring flamenco, a sunset light show projected on the water, and a colourful lantern parade after dark. In late afternoon a wild thunderstorm exploded right overhead – but we were indoors enjoying Devonshire tea just then, and it hit and ran. It only added excitement.
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday #25: You say it's your birthday?
14 November 2016
her red shoes stamp
Linking to the Tuesday Platform for Dec 6 2016 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
10 November 2016
I swapped my skirts for pants.
9 November 2016
8 November 2016
7 November 2016
4 November 2016
I see no bees this year, despite the scent of gardenias.
Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 8 Nov. 2016 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
on the newly-vacated chair at my desk
or next to me on the two-seater couch,
and finally on the other half of the bed.
On the newly-vacated chair at my desk
my smell, my warmth, my imprinted shape
are a comfort. And, she assumes equal authority.
Or next to me on the two-seater couch
she takes her place as my companion
sharing the time while I watch TV, as couples do.
And finally, on the other half of the bed,
she asserts that she belongs, it's her home too,
she has the right – also, we have the love.
Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 15 Nov. 2016 at 'Imaginary garden with real toads'
2 November 2016
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #327