Homeless Haiku

November and the days are drawing in, it’s getting colder, and the homeless are watching for hot-air grates, dryer vents, to keep them warm. Shelters are filling up and all I can do is give to the local Food Bank …

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winter afternoon                                               IMG_3204_3.12.08beggar outside V.M.
she pushes her cart
through the rain

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derelict boat
on the mud …
their wrinkled hands

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a man
by the fire
railroad arch

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IMG_2962_3.8.08 asleep in the P.N.thick clouds
cover the sun
newspaper blanket

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On Meeting Another Poet

Meeting another poet is always a joy to me. We all write so differently and can learn so much from each other, but I always step a little lightly on these occasions, I want to make a friend, explore the differences in our writing and, sometimes, we fly together …

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ON MEETING ANOTHER POET

I offer my poetry                                               France 2011 1034a bubbles
as tentatively
as we move
into relationship

we are new
to each other
and have to read
the poem that we are
in each other’s eyes

we make a poem
between us
that tells who we are
to each other

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first published in Green’s Magazine
photo by Andrew Weston (**look for the huge bubble**)

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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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Without War

Next Tuesday is Remembrance Day. We remember those who died in war, those left behind, those scarred by war. And we long for a time when there is no more fighting …

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WITHOUT WAR                                         France 2011 391 Sword Beach

I long for a dream
that does not burst
into falling walls
and broken glass

for a day
when children play
on the beaches of peace

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photo by Andrew Weston

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The Stirring Night

I’m using a form of poetry that takes off from lines from another poet’s work: a glosa. Hallow e’en. I’m hearing voices in the wind, fingers that brush the door … It’s the time when ghosts walk the night in crumbling castles … The time when we expect the unexpected …

THE STIRRING NIGHT

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***‘The Wind, Growing Up’ – Roo Borson                   IMG_0242_9.23 view with clouds                 

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The wind. It comes at night,
trying to claw the house apart.
It goes at all the windows.
The windows shudder in their frames. ***         
      

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The wind sneaks under doors
closed and locked
against strangers.
It slams a branch
against the house,
starts the sensor light,
moves drapes
along their rods until                                          IMG_0239_9.23 arrow slit - Copy
they take flight.
The wind. It comes at night,

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pulling me out of dreams
whispering along the floor
like footsteps,
vagrant shadows
that stretch and shrink,
nightmare’s counterpart.
Then, that wind tosses
fork and trowel
from the gardener’s cart,
trying to claw the house apart.

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The wind. It lifts
a shingle from the roof
flings it hard,
bang, clattering.
Next, from the siding,
it rips the rambler rose,
wreaking havoc
with gale and gust
everywhere it goes.                                                           Copy of IMG_0237_inside the ruins
It goes at all the windows.

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Glass pulses
under weight of wind
as I huddle in my bed,
blankets pulled high,
imprisoned by sound,
beaten by claims
of fear, hearing only
the wind. The wind’s wild games.
The windows shudder in their frames.

 

***Excerpt taken from “The Whole Night”, in “Coming Home” published by McClelland & Stewart, used with permission.

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Frost Haiku

The nights are getting chilly. The furnace has been on for a couple of weeks
and we’re putting winter blankets on the bed. In other words,
it’s beginning to look a lot like winter …

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hoarfrost
on the swings -
a magpie swaggers                       237..12.29.12

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IMG_0756..11.12.06. playgroundthin frost -
paw-marks lead
the hunter

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hoarfrost
on Scots pine -
chickadees

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the first was published in Daily Haiku, the second in Time Haiku

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On The Loose

Where have I put my car keys? In the fridge? In the coffee-pot? Have they slid down the stairs and out the door? Did the cat stash them under a cushion (this has happened)? Have I put them in a Safe Place ….?

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ON THE LOOSE

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I lock the car
hold the keys tight                                                   021.8.11.14.blog.
as they might unlock
the green house opposite
take all the silver
then drive away
in a friend’s red pickup

the keys slide from my pocket
open the cat’s mouth
and pick her teeth

I have seen them hang
from a chandelier
to swing like lost bones
before clattering
down the lane and climbing
into my neighbour’s mailbox

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an early version was published in Micropress Oz

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Storing Preserves

Canadian Thanksgiving this coming weekend and, checking my larder, there’s much to be thankful for: the shelves are loaded. And a good friend has added to the store. I feel like a squirrel, all prepared for winter …

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STORING PRESERVES

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fruit picked at prime
–apples and apricots

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–beans next to beetroot

sliced, diced, halved
–carrots beside cherries

brine and syrup brought to boiling
–cucumber then figs

lids and jars sterilized
–hazelnuts alongside onions

each slice, half or quarter
–parsnips paired with peaches                              023.8.12.14

steamed, sealed and stored
–peas juxtaposed with peppers

every jar neatly labeled
–plums close to potatoes

and put upon the shelf
–radishes near shallots

alphabetically in rows
–squash handy to tomatoes

nutritional virtues intact
–turnips neighbour to zucchini
——while poetry waits

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first published in Love and Light

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

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