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 2010

It is morning and ... September tanka 2010

It is morning and
I decide to go to bed
as midnight recedes.
The early watches are cold
and I am alone out here.


‘Chattering’ sparrows
and ‘laughing’ kookaburras —
foolish, wishful words
in our human loneliness.
(They don’t really laugh or speak.)


invisible now
the other side of the dark
the ocean expands,
its limitless breadth stretching
its endless line advancing


In the dark wood
the path to the stream
is closed.
A tiny fern finds light
from its rock crevice.

Inspired by some of John Palcewski’s photos


morning overcast
the paper undelivered
or stolen
my cat’s off her food
and I’m feeling old.


the fog lifts
to a sunny morning
and good news
I read over breakfast
in bed with man and cats


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