Driving home, as I turn a corner I catch a glimpse of someone or something … small things, moments caught and held in memory, that one tries to pin down, go back to, hold onto … these things …
garden gate –
you and I
pick roses
the deer, the dog 
and me –
watchful
empty stands
at the ball park …
a scavenge of crows
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes
Very lovely presentation Joanna . I imagine non poetry readers would be drawn to these. I love your “cover” as well. Please visit my page one day . Good on you for putting effort into sending your poems out-there. That link below popped up I can’t recall what it is. Love Vivienne
Hi Vivienne, Many thanks for your wonderful words. I will re-visit your blog right now! Been away for a couple of weeks and
am struggling to get re-organized. All the best, Joanna
Joanna, No sure where you will end up. One is Family history and might not interest you.The other is about leaving NZ to live in Australia. Enlgish and Kiwi friends found it amusing .It’s a funny thing that we come from similar stock, some decades later and mainly from England and Scotland , but the mostly Irish Aussies resent us. I think they see us as “goody goods” keeping in with Britain. Been here almost twenty years and yet still friends grumble that we came to live here.That we talk funny and that we take their jobs .It does get tedious. because we are all immigrants. Love Vivienne