A still night ...

a still night
circle dancers spin
bright colours

Across the Café

They talk, study the menu, smile.
Whenever he looks at her,
his eyes soften.

Last Night

I dined with friends last night.

A small pregnant wallaby came too.

Happiness generator:

lying under a ceiling fan

in my friend's peaceful home
reading poetry.

Losing the Electricity (sijo)

It is only just at dusk that the house lights quietly go out

so at first the darkening is gentle, not a sudden plunge
into blackness. We remember, this is how nature does it.

Birthday Tanka

on my birthday

coconut macaroons

for breakfast

my toy teddies watching

this child of seventy-six

Yes, 'small stones' are supposed to be observations of the external world, not so much one's inner processes. Hope it works to put myself under the microscope on this occasion.

The Find

Small yellow notepad,

the right size to slip into

a shirt pocket.

An inheritance.
Perhaps
a message?

Most pages empty. 

Neat blue printed lines

waiting unfilled.

On one page, notes:

'Memoir.

Write the truth.'

His writing, 

In the blue biro

he always used.

Then a space of a few lines

before the words,

'& end'.

Linking to Flash 55 for 31 Oct '15 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

Young Man Observed

Overlooking the garden

he sits mute,

music in his ears – his alone  –

through long white cords;

a small smile, and his fingers 

caressing his phone.

Past and Present LIves

In her vision

the cobra was black,

confronting her

with a large emerald

shining between its eyes.

I told her

she must have been a queen

in old Egypt.

She said she missed her slaves
(hated cleaning the house).