bus driver
while passengers sleep
he admires the view
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Patricia Prime
Patricia has recently retired from teaching after 30 years, and now devotes some time to the reading recovery programme at her local school. She is the co-editor of the New Zealand haiku magazine Kokako and reviews editor of the online magazine Stylus. She writes short stories, poetry, reviews and articles, and likes to write collaborative poems with other poets.
Contact Patricia: pprime at ihug.co.nz.
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the mirror’s reflection
the coming of winter …
seeing only me
the mirror’s reflection
the coming of winter …
seeing only me
Happy Christmas, Bob
a kiss on each cheek
parcels torn apart
in haste
pat, forgive my tardiness
a year and six days have passed
and yet, friendship allows for even more time than this
HaPpy HoLiDays
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listening to the rain,
i succumb to sleep,
admiring your words
–
Happy New Year and lots of blessings in this tragic time for those poor Asian people
two years to the day
I’ll take that journey again
a friend waits
blustery winter day
in-between holidays …
i’ll take that
–
long lost friends —
auld lang syne
New Year’s Day
on the Japanese calendar
a snow scene
overlooked decaying scene
through the window —
seasons in one’s life
summer rain
the bougainvillea
full of droplets
dawn —
cool fingers, passionate lips
bougainvillea aflame
a long meeting –
the tutor who used tolive
in my hometown
common head cold
listening to the night
my continuous sneeze
night sounds
the scratch of cicadas
in the trees
new leaves
in the tree, this dawn —
how many blue jays
yesterday’s dawn
packing my suitcase
for a long trip
unpacking …
today’s sunset
at journey’s end
taxi driver grunts
my suitcase
full of books
day planner
with empty pages –
broken twig in the dove’s beak
overgrown trail
children lead the way
through the “jungle”
pale moon
beginning it’s slow journey —
commuter traffic
Easter holidays
too little sleep
before heading home
first sunday in april
too little sleep —
daylight saving time
early morning voices
and the scent of coffee
from the dining room
late night silence …
the scent of this perfume
calling out to me
sucking our ice bocks
my granddaughter and I
retreat into silence
predawn
curtains fall
silent memories …
of my great-great-grand mother