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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1 October 2009

Dark sky: haiku for September 2009


A dark sky;
here and there
clouds thicken


Listen – next door’s violent music.
Earlier a walk by the peaceful creek.
Now the day turns dark.

(word count haiku)


Repco Rally Australia

Police and firemen
all over town: car rally
supposed to be fun.

The birds are restless.
Both coucal and brush turkey
rush about madly.

Painted, numbered cars
arrive for days of roaring
through fragile wetlands.


September sunshine.
From the dull bromeliads
red leaves, purple blooms.


No-one can forget
that horror already old
and forever new

so I turn my head
focus in on my garden
small fragment of peace


a bright fresh morning
the creeper climbing the palm
has shiny new leaves


golden girl Mary
leaves Peter Paul and us all
departing solo


a sky full of dust
thickening in the nostrils
and nowhere to run


dust returned today
less red, less thick, less fearful
we grow accustomed

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