beyond this vanishing



in a cold blue sky

ripples of robin song–

each note takes me

deeper into loving you,

losing you



white roses

and fresh linen

neatly folded

even her letter

smells like home


Take Five Best Contemporary Tanka, volume 3, 2010


a hawk moth

passes the window —

I am haunted

by the ghosts of lives

I might have lived


Take Five Best Contemporary Tanka, volume 3, 2010


I thought you taught me

all I needed to know

about silence…

waxing with the moon

magnolia blooms


Bottle Rockets no 25 2011


edges blurred

the seasons of my heart…

today the willow

sheds yellow leaves

on yesterday’s perfect snow


Bottle Rockets no 25 2011


the sky so clear

I can see for miles…

I look hard

for your future

as they wash your blood


Ribbons, volume 7, number 2, summer 2011


morning rain

mist of breath on the lush shoots

of spring flowers…

time will have me be

no more and no less


Red Lights, volume 7, number 2, 2011


by candlelight

watching incense twist and curl

as shadow…

the double helix uncoils,

this illness passed down the line


Red Lights, volume 7, number 2, 2011


this is mother

the red beak-spot tells the chick —

so often now

imprinted on my mind

the face of a stranger


Red Lights, volume 7, number 2


Four haiku for Svetlana:

ten thousand leaves
whisper in the shale…
ebbing moon


the egret preens
as if to reach its heart. . .
autumn rain


red maple leaf…
still holding her heart
up to the sun


this vanishing. . .
the godwit’s light



2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kirigirisu
    Sep 27, 2011 @ 14:15:51

    I have waited to respond to this selection of poems, Claire. I simply find myself overwhelmed by the richness of each. Only separate, lengthy comments could approach doing them justice and I can’t justify taking up that much space here.

    Suffice to say I have lived with all of them and been nourished and made to feel less alone in the world. – Brian


    • Claire
      Sep 27, 2011 @ 20:13:46

      To have a poet whose work I admire appreciate my words in the way you do, is such a joy. To feel that a one as sensitive as you, ‘hears’ me in this way, makes me feel less alone, too.
      I uploaded rather too many poems at once, perhaps, but the weeks have been hard and hectic and I realised there were some gaps in the archives 🙂 Amy and I are working on Skimming the Water, too — I just need time to work on the blog entries.
      Thank you for being with me on this journey.


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