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.