January 2011
22 posts
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Shard
reaching for the sky
the Shard of Glass
mast on a proud city
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Pink-footed geese
Pink-footed geese circling the fields,
dot the golden sky
fill the air with their harsh calls
for home.
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London needs
Sometimes, like today, with a chilly wind spraying drizzle over grey London, I feel that this city needs the Aegean to be closer.
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Silence
Silence has lost its shape today.
A single carnation bursts into song.
Poem
poem—
the old soup bowl
filled with cream
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The Moon
The moon is kind tonight, bathing the room in milk.
A breeze rustles the Eucalyptus and I realize I daydream.
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Still
Picking fishnet tights, a shoe, and a pair of torn jeans, the wordsmith assembles her poem; plenty of time in her workshop.
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London
London:
creeping fog on the Thames
reaches for my hair
See also here
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The Hermit
In sun-bleached deserts, in mountain caves, on sea-sculpted rocks
the hermit slept, forgetting that the essence of being can be found
in a single drop of rain.
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Crochet and Knitting Meditation
When I started learning to crochet, I thought of it as a relaxing, stress-reducing act, like counting the amber beads of a komboloi.
Now, looking at my hand holding the crochet hook, the wool, at the next stitch to pick up, the stitches I travelled and the one I have to travel to next, I think it is more than that. It is a process like meditation, without however the religious connotations and...
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blackbirds
blackbirds
pecking red rowan berries
sing to themselves
Read about the Rowans here. In the Mythology and Folklore section: “It was said in England that this was the tree on which the Devil hanged his mother.”
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Shimmering haloes
As darkness falls over London,
the thick, grey curtain of rain
that drowned the city relents,
leaving behind shimmering haloes
of street lights — the night’s rainbow.
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waking up
waking up:
waves of traffic roll into
daylight
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Mischievous
cold wind sweeps the street, deposits leaves, sweet wrappers, a juice carton, and a chocolate box on my doorstep.
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dark morning
dark morning —
Vivaldi pours into
waves of sleep
This post can also be found here
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The Eucalyptus
the eucalyptus
swishes and sways
singing in tune
with the wind
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December 2010
5 posts
New Year
Happy New Year’s Day!
Remember though …
.
a river flows
into a new year
every day
.
In a sense this micropoem plays on the theme of Heraclitus‘ Fragment 41: ”You cannot step twice into the same river”
Δεν γίνεται να μπει κανείς στο ίδιο νερό του ποταμού που κυλάει δύο φορές.
From today on, though, I, along with others, will be entering the river of stones every single day for a month.
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