This poem is evolving as I try to explain my growing insight into what hope is and what my role is in this world. I started it here. Do you dare to test the endurance of your hope To take it to that far place where still it refuses to leave or maybe not. Where, …
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350 Poems – Poem 5
Finally, our friend’s birthday poem. This one was accompanied by a linocut print made by DH with some help from Amie. We chose that beetle because of its name.
350 Poems – Still Poem 4
Change of plans! This poem will not be our friend’s birthday poem after all. So it is going out to someone else, with the following ink and water color painting by Pinka Das, from Kolkata, India. The inkling Some things just must be said Some things just say themselves If only for a mouth I just need to …
350 Poems – Poem 4
I wrote this poem sitting in the reading room in the  Weston library, where a friend brought me after a brisk walk in the fresh February air. It is to go with an illustration by DH and Amie and will be a birthday present for a dear friend. The inkling Some things just must be …
Wild is Old (Owls) Redux
I am writing another poem for my 350 poems project. At this rate I’ll be 90 years old by the time we get 350 poems together. That won’t be too bad, really.
350 Poems – Poem 3
This video poem was created on 25 August 2011 and sent off – digitally, exceptionally – on the same day. Also exceptionally, the recipient sent me his poem first. That was a wonderful surprise! Thank you! I also got back several beautiful, original poems from both the first and the second addressees. The first actually …
350 Poems – Poem 2
Poem 2 in the 350 poem project was sent on its way on 5 June and must have arrived at its destination (or I wouldn’t post it here!). I’ve not received any poems back as yet, but it’s early days yet. This poem too was sent on its way on the back of a stunning …
350 Poems – Poem 1
Last week I sent out my first poem in the 350 poems project. It’s a project I’ve had on my mind for a while now, a way to force myself to be more attentive in daily life to the beauty of the world, the people and the language(s) around me. I used to stumble upon …