the ladies with a red attitude
the man who spoke in splashes of yellow
even the white room
that was not Hugh's
Ingredients - my published haiku, tanka, haibun and the occasional piece of writing that fits none of those categories.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Poem written when I didn't have time
If I only had five minutes to write
I would have to write about this flitter
from one thing to another that I do
and how, now, I'm trying to slow right down
and stop the days from flickering past me
like the view from the window of a train
I would have to write about this flitter
from one thing to another that I do
and how, now, I'm trying to slow right down
and stop the days from flickering past me
like the view from the window of a train
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
How to resist tyrannical optimism
Be pessimistic
when disaster looms
pay close attention
at the darkening of each day
find time for sadness
months or years after a loss
admit dissatisfaction with your life
when you have less than you had hoped
be sure you're not persuing someone else's dream
during the programme or the ads
do not suspend your disbelief
when the fourth wall breaks
express your disillusionment
even if others disapprove
refuse to stay forever young.
when disaster looms
pay close attention
at the darkening of each day
find time for sadness
months or years after a loss
admit dissatisfaction with your life
when you have less than you had hoped
be sure you're not persuing someone else's dream
during the programme or the ads
do not suspend your disbelief
when the fourth wall breaks
express your disillusionment
even if others disapprove
refuse to stay forever young.
Saturday, April 02, 2011
Gained in translation
Delighted by this translation of one of my haiku by Serge Tomé on temps libres
Satie -
the rain
eases
Satie -
la pluie
diminue
Satie -
the rain
eases
Satie -
la pluie
diminue
Friday, April 01, 2011
White
rain turns to snow
it's unclear now what lies concealed
within the radius
without, we suffer nocebo
unless we can
in rational clarity
disregard
the insidiously subtle flow
in air, water, milk
in the frost-white steam
in rain that turns to snow
it's unclear now what lies concealed
within the radius
without, we suffer nocebo
unless we can
in rational clarity
disregard
the insidiously subtle flow
in air, water, milk
in the frost-white steam
in rain that turns to snow
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