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

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Stopping to photograph ...



















Below the big jacaranda in the schoolyard, loud boys play cricket.

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Stopping to photograph the jacaranda, I forget you are dead.


Monday, September 23, 2019

Spring haiku

Oh!
the bougainvillea –
purple splash



















tendrils
reach from the vine
seeking



















drab trees
brighten overnight –
new blooms





















Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Nearly Ready


‘I’m nearly ready,’ she says,
‘to wear my Ugg boots outdoors.’
(I think she refers to the extreme cold,
but) her words have me discover:
I’m either eccentric or daring!

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

I open ...


I open my door to a cool clear morning – the mountain carved, sharp-edged.

Blooming ...


Blooming in sub-tropic winter: geraniums with deep red petals.

Monday, June 17, 2019

Late afternoon light ...


Late afternoon light.
Schoolchildren, bags on their backs,
begin traipsing home.

Saturday, June 15, 2019

With just a small shift ...


With just a small shift of position, the window shows trees or blank walls.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

My garden now empty ...


My garden now empty of the cat who loved it – yet still full of her.

Friday, June 7, 2019

Scattered now ...


Scattered now – my mother's neatly tied and ordered bundles of letters.

Grassy banks ...


Grassy banks – horses one side of the river, wallabies the other. 

Monday, May 13, 2019

Everywhere


everywhere
my cat’s intent gaze
remembered






Saturday, April 20, 2019

Flowers x 3

In Day 20 of the April Poem A Day challenge at 'imaginary garden with real toads' the prompt is to write three short pieces on flowers, three lines or fewer.  I've posted them to this blog as I regard them all as 'small stones'. The first two are also haiku: one with the traditional 5-7-5 syllables, the other a short-long-short 'English language haiku'. I have used my own photos.

I'm also linking this post to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #447





















sudden trumpet vines 
blare bright orange against grey
twigs, palings, winter



















a plain man
he likes dogs, cars,
growing orchids


















low down in thick black dirt
roses red for passion 
orange for joy