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 January 2011

Non-stop rain here: tanka/gogyohka December 2010

non-stop rain here
the weeks of her dying there
too far away
I say my goodbyes in thought
listening to the rain fall

6/12/10


I make poetry
first thing in the morning
instead of breakfast.
Is a hungry husband
worth my fulfilment?

7/12/10


I’ve become prone
to silly misjudgments
since my friend died:
arriving late or early,
locking myself outside ...

13/12/10


Early light.
A magpie warbles
down the road.
No-one is out yet
but birds in our street.

21/12/10


Rainy morning
after rainy weeks.
‘How is X?’
he asks, long away.
I list all the deaths.

28/12/10

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