Sunday, October 30, 2005

sax solo
the long slow wail
of Wasted Years

Saturday, October 29, 2005


sometimes I hear
the language
of my home

in old songs
mostly just
a word or two

it seems
in every twenty years

I hear
someone who sings it

then turns
and walks away

[This is not haiku, but it's strongly influenced by haiku. ]

Friday, October 28, 2005

small hours
the hiss of tyres
on a wet road

Thursday, October 27, 2005

evening rush
the autumn sunset

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

dismal night
sorting the recycling
from the rubbish

(this could be about either household or poetic waste, who can tell?)

after the deluge
a huddle of smokers
by the door

Monday, October 24, 2005

new coolness
a beer can clattering
along the gutter

Sunday, October 23, 2005

curtains drawn
the autumn evening
closes in

Saturday, October 22, 2005

by email
another poem about
failing to communicate

Friday, October 21, 2005

a bank of cloud
the city walls

Thursday, October 20, 2005

the bright edge
of a cloud
that hides the moon

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

autumn term
a gold sequin
on the library stairs

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

no stars
just raindrops
on the window

Monday, October 17, 2005

morning fog -
but even so
the sun rises

afternoon rain -
from my window I see someone
at his window

Saturday, October 15, 2005

morning mistiness
the delicate white
of old scars

Friday, October 14, 2005

behind the man
sweeping up leaves
leaves fall

Thursday, October 13, 2005

a dark morning
the seagull's mew lost
in a siren's scream

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

in the crook
of a branch the curve
of a squirrel

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

fallen leaves -
the same pattern repeated
over and over