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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28 March 2008

That sound in the night: haiku and things for March 2008


That sound in the night
rhythm of heavy breathing
the pounding ocean.


Red water, fast flow.
The river still carries
yesterday's flood.


A winding dirt road
moves into early evening
on the quiet hill.


The loud sea has hushed.
This morning in my garden
small birds chirp softly.


(And a tanka:)

Solar wave for peace.
Just at the exact moment
all the lights go out.
Next day I tell the story;
my son says, 'Ah, how peaceful!'


The times of thunder
returning hard steady rain
waterfalls of noise.


Earth Hour

We turned off our lights
not all of us but many
and the stars were bright.

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008

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