WHAT'S THIS?

Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Friday 13 January 2023

A life of leisure ...


A life of leisure, one with no responsibilities,

an endless holiday – surely we’re all dreaming of it?

Yet how long before it becomes a life screaming with pointlessness?

 

Thursday 12 January 2023

News ...


news of more flooding

this time where my brother lives –

wiping out poems

Wednesday 11 January 2023

My friend and I ...

 

my friend and I agree

the Phantom would surely

be a great reader (even

in the jungle) – knowing:

fictional / real, he lives








Tuesday 10 January 2023

'Write something ...'

 

‘Write something 

that matters,’ he said.

My pen froze.


The small cat dreams ...


The small cat dreams 

through the afternoon,

making tiny throat sounds

as if calling, or perhaps 

greeting someone (me?)

Monday 9 January 2023

A day in January ...


A day in January.

Celebration? Or remembering

invasion — 

and all the horrors that followed.

Why can’t we change the date?


*


I emerge 

from my left brain 

to gaze up

at a hill of vines

pouring over the fence










The library reminds me ...


The library reminds me

those books are coming due. 

OK – this afternoon

turns into a banquet:

gorging poetry.






Sunday 8 January 2023

My card for today is ...

 

My card for today

is Queen of Cups.

Does it signify me

(water sign woman)

or the damp day outside?

Saturday 7 January 2023

My visiting son ...

 


This one didn't happen today, but is a recollection from a few days ago while my son was still here:


My visiting son drives me home.

‘Careful of the little boys,’ I say

as their scooters edge onto the street –

not mentioning how they remind me

of him and his little brother long ago.

Friday 6 January 2023

When the day cools ...

 

when the day cools

the little boys across the street

ride their scooters

up and down their driveway

watched by their mum – and me 

Thursday 5 January 2023

My neighbour ...


my neighbour

starts his mower –

a reminder

my own grass too

grows fast in summer

Wednesday 4 January 2023

Tuesday 3 January 2023

Monday 2 January 2023

Long talks ...


long talks

over fruit desserts

with old friends –

apple and mango

expensive raspberries

Sunday 1 January 2023

6 of Cups ...


6 of Cups –

my card for the day

promises 

happy memories

sweet reunions