BELLS
don’t worry my dear
there’ll still be bells this Christmas
some things never change
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Living in Switzerland, one cannot fail to be confronted by the ubiquitous nature of the bell.
BELLS
don’t worry my dear
there’ll still be bells this Christmas
some things never change
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Living in Switzerland, one cannot fail to be confronted by the ubiquitous nature of the bell.
as delicate as
chrysanthemum blossoming
my love for autumn
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cotton-wool clouded
like a Japanese painting
Enter, my morning
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an eagle’s feather
a spotted feather also
share my writing space
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artichoke purple
tiny tentacles pointing
to an Autumn sun
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kind grey light today
I’m alone in the garden
watching things cha
(Posted 5th May 2010 – written 4th December 2009)
(Based on Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn)
immediacy
in life, in art and in love
purpose in passion
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pearl earrings and satin
leather gloves and love letters
cris
(Indoor Haikus)
shells in a glass jar
picture of girls on a beach
remember the sea.
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a large conger shell
salt on your lips, wind-blown hair
memories that last.