through the window
sparrows wage war
over breadcrumbs
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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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till my gate
two mynahs
quarrel
two cardinals
arguing a strike
overruled
Exaggeration inflames the masses.
Sparrows peck.
Not war.
nobody wins –
a divided nation
goes to the polls
somebody wins –
nation undivide
difference of opinions
–
daybreak
through the window —
harvest moon
–
mourning dove
ruffle feathers —
passion flows
–
harvest moon
labouring cross the blue waters
tuff of feathe
bin laden tape
a cat among the pigeons –
stocks fall
through open curtains
day passes —
winds of war
–
tsunami relief –
the poets read their work
in a heatwave
winter relief –
tinywords
with the dawn
dawn light
a lemon slice
of moon
twilight —
fireflies fly down
from the stars
front porch
I point out the Southern Cross
to my grandson
miami skyline
ghetto home or mansion —
the same sunshine
skyline tower
against the night sky
red and green lights
traffic light
kids at play —
ring a-round roses
pocket full of posies
summer colds –
making hot drinks
from my lemon tree
summer colds
winter colds …
lemons in season
convent garden
the scent of a peace rose
remains on my fingers
fresh in my mind —
remains of
morning solitude
–
tiniest bird
scampers cross window sill
morning bus
departing with a shudder
squeal of brakes
smoke spuing truck
from city dump —
sea gulls twilight flight
no-one about
on the bridge
“work in progress”
another dawn
dove measures twig —
work in progress
waiting for the ferry
i watch two butterflies
skim the waves
this butterfly
my failure in kind
sinks beneath a wave
waving
from the rear of a car
an ex-pupil
cool morning
through an open window —
wavering of palm fronds