How to write a Haiku…

I am not that much of a purist with poetry. But I get a bit of a sinking feeling when I see a three line ‘poem’ with seventeen syllables and capital letters on each line.

In Japan, a Haiku is almost like a prayer, such reverence they have for the form. However, in most poets views, the seventeen syllables are not as important as the content of the lines, which are not capitalised. So,

blossom on the tree is bright
the breeze chases petals
my thoughts are scattered

is a Haiku. Each line is stands alone. The first two are poetic, the third is a thought.
So let’s do another,

stormy waves break on the shore
sand is swirled in patterns
arms embrace me

The pattern is clear. Two lines of throw away poetry, and one of a thought. The thought often is in contradiction to the first two lines.

Haiku are always about nature. If you write one about people, cars, streets, planes etc, it’s called a Senryu.

I hope this is helpful.


Still feeling well…

On Wednesday evening I zoomed to two different poetry events. This isn’t the best etiquette, but I am pleading grace for it.

My daughter called in between, which is probably why I did not return to the first zoom event.

Someone gave me Malibu for my birthday. I have enjoyed some with peach juice. I do love it, and it reminds me of my sister.

This is my third Christmas/birthday without my sister.

Tomorrow, friends are coming with their baby. I can’t wait.



So quickly Fall fell into place
no sunny days in September
bright skies here and there
between days and days of rain

Only now days are dry but grey
and in a while winter will hold sway
the leaves are turning, gold and red
no sun to highlight their hues

Melancholy is my mood
I try to slumber longer hours
Pandemic causes more time alone
trying not to wander far from home



Droplets of water are falling
through the warm sky, making damp,
not wet, clinging to the air
Plants are grateful but I am sad,
I do not to see the Fall

It is not just the season makes me blue,
my soul is heavy, so my heart is dread
Of coming winter, darkness, cold
I wish to sleep, and wake no more


My book is for sale…

at Amazon.

The editor capitalised the first letter of every line. I’m very disappointed.


The air is like syrup…

Nietzsche is probably my least liked of the philosophers, but this is one of my favourite phrases. So many people have no joy in their lives, no sense of purpose or value.

Even when I am low, and I can tell you honestly I can get very low, I know that my life is purposeful. Meaningful.

I had an encounter with God that changed my whole life. Mike once said to me I couldn’t be a Christian because I hesitated in saying I am. I hesitated because I don’t associate myself with people who go to a building on Sundays and behave like anyone Tom, Dick or Harry on the other days. Like the vicar who behaved so disgracefully when my sister died. Or people in church who swindle people selling cars. I’ve seen it all. I prefer to call myself a believer. I believe in God by conviction, and it changes how I think about life, and death too.

My collection of poetry is out. My editor, C T Meek says of it that I am unflinching and use gossamer thread. That is a compliment I value. The book is dedicated to my sister, who died so horribly, and embraces political issues, nature, war, love, grief, the whole of life really.


My book has launched…

My latest collection of poetry has been published by Inherit The Earth. Many thanks to my editor, C.T. Meek. Art by Tanya Fonn Carswell Alexander. Thanks also to Gerda Caiser.


Locked Write Down

One of my poems is published in here-

It is an anthology of poems about lockdown. Profits are going to the NHS and Black Lives Matter.

With thanks to Robyn Hislop