O may my heart's truth
still be sung
on this high hill in a year's turning.
From "Poem in October", Dylan Thomas
I have selected a few of my poems for this page:
Beauty | Three haikus | Spring Storm
Exquisite beauty and delicacy
how fragile you are
not daring to be seen
for fear of being annihilated.
I am a tough cookie
made from sweet crumbs.
Break me in pieces
and oh!! .. how I will crumble softly
not lie festering
in an old tin.
Pune, India, 1989.
Now the noise has stopped
wind through the pines
whisper of reeds by the water.
Sun cuts through the grey
put out to find daffodils
dancing with rain.
Waters weave patters
Open the sky for dreaming
Sand between my toes.
On the window
soaked with descending rivulets of rain
I see an impressionist's painting.
Through the glass
laburnum leaves - buffeted by the Spring wind
have become watery cubes
of yellow
and green.
The rhododendron is splashed on the window
in vivid boxes of pink
displayed in vertical rainy lines.
My fevered brain stuggles
grasps at natural wonders
turned
into a reflection of squares
wild movement and colour
turned
into this containable image.
Oh! free myself
shake my head loose
lean between the rivulets of rain
see the branch of laburnum soaring like a bird
soak in the giant powder-puff pink blossoms
move with the curve of leaves in the wind.
The reflection is no more.
I breathe in and drink.
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