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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26 April 2011

Tuesday is over: tanka for April 2011

Tuesday is over
in this part of the world
but elsewhere right now
they wake up yesterday
or go to sleep last night


autumn morning
clear blue ranges
in high sun
the peak of Mt Warning
I‘m too old to climb


the small gecko
on the outside of the pane
keeps very still
hunting, doesn’t see me
the other side from his eyes


the singer
in his last interview
on YouTube
discusses his chemo
blowing smoke from his fag

since 15
he played in smoke-filled rooms
if you can’t beat ‘em …
it’ll kill you either way


Crows calling.
I’m looking at a picture
of a dead man,
thinking of the many times
I looked at his living face.


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