Advent Journey

Advent is, for me, a time of inward looking, not just shopping and decorating, but checking on my inward state of being. Am I in touch with my deepest thoughts and feelings? Do I have any idea of where I’m going, what I’m looking for? I need time to ponder during this busy season …

ADVENT JOURNEY                          

one step
at a time
through four weeks

we go into winter
blindly waiting
for the day

when light
will break
into birth

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9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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Looking Ahead

I’ve got tourtiére in the freezer for Christmas Eve but there’s a whole
list of other things to do. I’ll do one thing at a time, cross them off that list and feel happy! Not panic time yet but getting close …

LOOKING AHEAD

cards to make
letters to write                                
gifts to wrap
cookies to bake

every year
I plan to get ahead
so that I can enjoy
the season’s cheer

but it’s a long way
through activities
to the calm centre
of the Birthday

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Frame and the McGuireNEW! Frame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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Rental

What does a room remember about who has lived there? Does it hold onto
one tenant more than another? Haunt another? Is it inviting to one and all? …

RENTAL

a rented room wears hats
without knowing who hung them
on which hook                                            

the room known by worn-out shoes
uneasy carpets
and the stain on the counter
where a pot of burning oil
lost its contents and shed flesh
before the fire truck arrived

it is a room where strangers
live without invitation
a place of NSF cheques
unwashed shirts
the place I met you beside a torn dictionary
and emptied words onto your plate
because I couldn’t afford a Kraft dinner

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my scans - after 18 112 cover To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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Street Dance

I love street musicians, their confidence, willingness to make light
of an ordinary morning, bring an element of fun to the day. And sometimes
someone will move to the music, sway, tap, or dance …

STREET DANCE

guitar & sax                                  
sound a fanfare

flood of sunlight
sears the pavement

two boys leap
jazz beat

gutter & sidewalk
laughter rising

wall-throb
as rhythm breaks

pedestrians to
a thousand guilts

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9781771333054_FC</ ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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3 Random Senryu

The senryu that follow are random thoughts, memories, jottings made over
the day while staring at rain and a dripping gutter: everyday meanders against a background of ordinary West Coast weather …

 

initials carved                                   
on a school desk –
social studies

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prayer flags flutter
outside the window –
I count my blessings

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my changed perspective –
the curtain shifts
in a draught

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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On White Dunes

Remembrance Day, November 11th, is fast approaching. I’ve been reading my father’s poetry, and thinking of him. He died in Normandy, June 1944. His poems reveal how soldiers carry homes, families, their past, close to their hearts …

ON WHITE DUNES

‘… a solitary ring plover,                                   
Small and plump and coloured
– Black and white and red –
Surprising as a toy of painted wood.’
John Jarmain

between the ocean and the desert
a stray plover
from Scotland’s Moray Firth
foraged on the dunes of El Alamein

it took Father from rumbling tanks
and the smoking wrecks of jeeps
to where children played
under apple trees

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my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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Beyond

November’s birthstone is the Topaz, in particular the yellow stone; the  flower is chrysanthemum (I love the rich copper coloured ones). There are several days, apart from Remembrance Day, to notice: the 13th is World Kindness Day; the 14th is World Diabetes Day; and November 25 is Teachers’ Day in Indonesia. Perhaps the last should be honoured all over the world as well …

BEYOND                                      

hours fall
outside the window
in bright
yellow increments

bronzed minutes
carpet the patio
waiting to be swept
into winter

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9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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