“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Monday, May 29, 2023

My Book of Days

The small daily poems I've set myself to write this year are  gradually being removed to a new blog (click to find): My Book of Days.

Small stones are meant to be outward-looking, whereas my daily poems have become more and more self-reflective, so I decided they don't belong here but need a blog of their own. 

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

It's the basics ...

It’s the basics, I discover,

which become important to me 

now that I’m old — the anticipation 

of my simple evening meal, 

its familiar tastes a matter

of supreme interest. It’s not that my mind

can’t rise to other considerations.

The flights of fancy, too, still happen.

It’s just that my personal comfort,

which takes longer now, prevails.

To be shared with Poets and Storytellers United at Friday Writings #70: Discovery. 

Monday, March 27, 2023

I nurture myself ...

I nurture myself

with good memories –

places / times / people –

and with the present:

the young woman next door, 

an artist, who tells me my face

(‘my old face!’ I think) is beautiful

and draws it so;

my little cat, who gives me

so many opportunities for loving …

Sunday, March 26, 2023

I wake up far too early ...

I wake up far too early and cry,

then bury myself in a fantasy novel 

with an anti-hero who reminds me

of the man who died a long time ago.

I come to the end of the tale over breakfast,

close the book and remember to be glad

about yesterday’s State election result …

trying to pretend to ingest slowly

that knowledge I swallowed whole, late last night

of another old friend, dear and dying. 

Saturday, March 25, 2023

My Tarot card for today ...

My Tarot card for today: 10 of Cups –

fulfilment, happiness, peace

in large measure.  I hope 

that means the State election

turns out the way I want.

I hope the way I hope 

turns out to be well-based 

in the long run, I hope …

Friday, March 24, 2023

Today brings another ...

Today brings another visitor, dressed 

in an orange top, the colour of joy,

and a skirt with a geometric pattern, 

squares of orange and turquoise — 

from the op shop, she says, and I say 

of course. We all get our gear

from there. Very good gear, too. 

She’s at home here, knowing she’s free 

to invite herself ... sprawl on the couch

like a comfortable cat, or a sister.

Thursday, March 23, 2023

Maureen drops in ...

Maureen drops in to see how I’m going.

No, she doesn’t need coffee. We sit and talk, 

laugh, discuss books, other friends, our families, 

and what a sad disappointment our latest PM 

has turned out to be post-honeymoon – in bed 

with the fossil fuel providers, just like all the rest. 

Still, we part feeling better. Friendships are always 

such joy, even in the face of large disasters.

This is one of the series of daily short poems I'm doing this year as a kind of diary or 'Book of Days'. I just realised it fits quite nicely with this week's Friday Writings prompt #69: Darkness and Light, at Poets and Storytellers United.