Paris 13th November 2015 The City of Light Beautiful all the year round Not just in springtime ~ Collect your silver Tears of sorrow and despair And bury your dead ~ Stay strong survivors Revolutionaries and Resistance fighters ~ You will not crumble Nor will your streets and buildings The City of Light ~ Image […]
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
Apathy on a Windy Day
Winter’s trumpet call A chilly blast A bit of a gale Plays havoc with the washing And I feel nothing Emptiness and apathy No fight in me Just pyjamas at noon And words on a page
Last Night – a poem developed from some old haikus
Last Night Last night I watched Frayed threads of the horizon Unravel into dusk On a mission To stitch up night’s shadows Into a black velvet backdrop For an embrace Two moons face to face In between our lips An empty space Waiting to be filled By a kiss Image found on pics-about.space This is the […]
Another translation of a poem by Hermann Hesse
Rambler in Late Autumn Through a web of branches in the naked wood, The white of first snow falls from grey skies, And falls and falls. The world is full of silence! No leaves rustle, no birds in the trees, Only white and grey and silence, silence. ~ The rambler, too, who once wandered Through […]
My completion of the Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #99 raindrops on bamboo
raindrops on bamboo shimmer in the sunlight little diamonds tumbling down sinewy shoots sucked up by the thirsty roots Image found on www.redbubble.com
My husband bought me this painting by Dee Nickerson…
and it hangs above my desk so I can see it when I am working in my study. I love Dee Nickerson’s work. Many of her pictures remind me of good times with friends. She is from East Anglia: look out for her on the Internet.
A tanka inspired by the third painting lost in 1945
Klimt’s Jurisprudence Eumenides watch The condemned man’s punishment Psycho sexual power In a sea monster’s embrace Fuelled by female furies Image found on en.wikipedia.org
Another painting destroyed by the Nazis at Schloss Immendorf
Klimt’s Medicine Death Is a skeleton, A bony frame, In the river of life. … The river of life Is a mass of figures, Male and female, Nude. … Nude Is the woman Afloat in space, Newborn life At her feet. … At their feet, Is Hygeia, Snake coiled Around her arm, Cup of Lethe […]
I seem to be immersed in Klimt again!
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writing in north norfolk 