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 May 2011

Late night: April haiku 2011

late night
in our quiet street
loud yelling


pink evening
the sun fades gently
good night


I step
into my garden


from the world’s quarrels
I retreat to my garden
and read Neruda


Good Friday
buns in the oven
breakfast in bed


Good Friday
sweat in my eyes
hot and cross


the writers’ group
met and talked
about writing


wild rain
darkens the night
coming home


Samhain night
otherworld coming close
watching Dr Who



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