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30 November 2016
29 November 2016
28 November 2016
27 November 2016
(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