Sunday, September 11, 2016

SEPTEMBER 10,2016 A WATERLILY AND AN ANT












Exquisite mauve-petalled water lily
floats on a pond high in the sky
Caught within, travelling blithely unaware
one brown-black ant.

Friday, September 9, 2016

SEPT.9.16 WITHIN BOSTON COMMON









Within Boston Common, there is an ancient cemetery
This stone, sadly beaten and smashed
Tells the tale of a life cut devastatingly short
Its fate - the stone's - left to leave readers wondering
at the name

Saturday, August 27, 2016

DAY NINE - SPECIAL PLACES

NEW YORK CITY













It has always been thus, a big-hearted city
that has treated me kindly, never harsh, nor rude
Has granted me solace when I've needed some
Let me sleep overnight once in Penn station
As long as I've been coming here, she's been
my safe haven, the one place I feel really fine

DAY EIGHT - THINGS OFT OVERLOOKED



Flipping through your baby album
I dwelt on your sweet face as always
But was taken aback by a couple
of pages where I'd shot nothing
but pics of your chubby feet; I hadn't
remembered doing it nor how cute
they were - how easily we forget
thingslike feet, toes - dimpled ankles.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

DAY SEVEN: SEVENTY PERCENT CHANCE OF PERCIPITATION

DAY SEVEN - 70% CHANCE OF PERCIPITATION
















The gloomy sky agrees with the weather forecaster;
grey banks of clouds glower at the city.
I open my umbrella to make sure it still works,
and am surprised at how lovely it is.
How is it I've never noticed the royal crests
decorating this practical tool? Purple, pink and gold -
did this used to belong to Prince? Oh, I wish.
I especially like the gilded ropes that link the crests to each other.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

DAY FIVE: NO PHOTO BUT DESCRIPTION, YES

At least I didn't step in it this time
With very little sense of smell,
(a bonus sometimes, but not always)
I have, more than once, stepped
in dog poo - and if one of our dogs
poops inside, it's usually because
they're ill - so the poop is diarrhea

First there's disbelief as a cold
pudding-like substance closes
around my foot; then the sure
knowledge as I flick a light on
in the pre-dawn dimness, and even
my poor sense of smell allows me
to get a whiff of the truly disgusting
ill-dog crap, usually pea-green.



DAY FOUR: FLEETINGLY SEEN













FLEETINGLY SEEN

In a sea of shades of green:
emerald, jade, moss -
it is surprising how easily
they are able to camouflage
themselves.
But, buff-coloured bodies,
tails as white as milk,
large ears outlined
as if with charcoal-
somehow are here and gone,
in a twitch.