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February 10th, 2020

10/2/2020

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Shifting skies
I realise I have become

a woman who falls

in love with the sky

every day, drawn 

to greys, white and 

blues reflecting time’s

shifting moods. 

Mirroring my own 

changing states, it seems

nothing stays the same

very long. Keep moving

like the clouds.

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10 January 2020

12/1/2020

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Orange moon
​These January skies, when the day ends

with pinks and oranges vying for attention -

harbingers of sleepless nights full of foxes

attracting mates and upsetting the dog -

these skies make my heart long for longer

light and a full moon to meet under.

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10 December 2019

10/12/2019

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Language maps 
Words are like signs on a map, altitude
lines 
relate to mountains the way love
as a word is nothing like the feeling 
in my heart. Woven into language 
we connect through words with 
people who share our map. 
But words tempt us to take
them 
​for the territory, risking loss 
of connection with the real
the essential life-giving meaning.
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10 November 2019

10/11/2019

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Some music does this (IV)
Some music connects us 
with kindred spirits who share 
our passions, meet our minds,
recognise the joy and darkness
of being alive - and join our circle.
 

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10 October 2019

10/10/2019

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Enough (BWV 82)
​Never do I come closer 
to believing in a sublime 
force than when I listen
to music, some music
especially Bach.
A sense that somehow
magic has to be involved
and inspired this sound 
that reaches into my soul
squeezes gently, twists it
holds it up against the light
connects me with the reasons 
for being alive 
when she sings -
when she sings that

she has enough. 

But it seems to me that we 
are enough we humans -
​more than, in fact. 

From altruism to atrocity
from ability to create beauty
to care, connect and 
cause
catastrophe.

Why look up for more and 
higher powers than the ones
we have and often use 
so badly? 
Better look inside and 
around, recognise who 
we are to ourselves
and each other and know 
that we are enough.

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10 September 2019

10/9/2019

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Brijuni
On this strange island in the Adriatic where
Tito spent his 6-month summers and kept
exotic animals, something old feels most
real. The Roman mosaic in a small church has
​more substance even than the lone elephant. 
A baby zebra shares a field with Shetland ponies
gift of Queen Elizabeth when she visited
the Yugoslav leader. A taxidermist had a field day
here, results of their work displayed in the museum
​empty concrete cages left in the shimmering sun.
Nobody lives on the island, but you can
stay in one of the hotels on the waterfront, play
golf in the grassy clearing, swing your feet
in the clear sea with blue stripey fish.

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10 August 2019

10/8/2019

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Blue 
Blue is an endless feeling 
of possibilities, expansive 
lost light fractured and full 
of paradoxes, holding joy
and sadness, 
sky and sea 
day and night, collar and
crown and chapel.

Like the small pieces of blue
​patterned porcelain and pottery
remnants of lives I have found

over years of walking
they are all true.


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10 July 2019

10/7/2019

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Notice of Race
You can enter online for this event
of a lifetime which requires you to 
prove your skill and stamina against 
a partnership of water and air.
It will last as long as you compete 
against the elements, follow 
the instructions and feel your spirit
is ready 
to race to the end.
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10 June 2019

10/6/2019

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Rescue blanket
Sun glitters on the sea in a fugue
of small patterns, variations on a theme
of light, a silvery sheet like a rescue blanket
for people who find that the currents
of their mind move in unexpected ways 
who like to feel the waves, the underwater pull
and sudden surfacing of insights. 
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10 May 2019

10/5/2019

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Sense
It's not all flowers and sunshine
these days, more a dark wondering
how to keep going when the end for some
is inexplicably soon. How to make sense
of the random, find meaning while knowing
​and feeling that life is not fair?
I can hear Bach understood something
listening to his endless lucid movements
full of variation, like ripples on sea water
or the rings of a tree, like life. 


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    The number 10 plays a special role in my life. ​Every month on the 10th day I will start a poem and take a photo (or find another image), which will be posted when ready. 

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