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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6 March 2009

After the firestorm: haiku for February 2009

Daphne in the rain.
The sudden scent returns me
from new home to old.


The clock face is placed
to stare at me all the night
while I fail to sleep.

Branches on the roof
strike loudly in the darkness –
or the bogey-man?


Little bitey things
dwell at our beach paradise.
No place is perfect.


I know all those towns
now burned to ghostly ashes.
That is, I used to.


Friday the 13th.
In Australia we shrug.
The worst has happened.


After the firestorm
townships of empty rubble
are without colour.
Nothing now but grey and brown
in all those pretty places.


Summer is gone.
Suddenly in just one night
steady rain, cold wind.


The sun and the breeze
inky sky, outgoing tide
a lone gull soaring.

On the dunes a beach sculpture
a dancing boy, arms outspread.


As the tide roars in
I walk alone on the beach
after some thunder.

I reach the black rocks,
turn and see three fishermen
lining the shallows.


In the absence of
internet access, I brood
and write more haiku.


Autumn already,
if not yet officially;
the weather mellows.


The brown snake uncoils
separating from the grass
rearing up, fangs bared.

1 comment:

  1. Oh! Wonderful work!

    I read up on your mini bio, you have an incredible credentials. YOU work is similar to Majorie Pizer. Have you heard of her? She was the first Australian Female Poet, that I read when I was in my twenties.

    You are a bright shinning star in a world that has forgotten how t0 shine from within.

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    YOU are so real to yourself, and I love that about you.