In 2005, after reading Sei Shonagon's “The Pillow Book”, I started a long journey in the attempt to discover the Japanese poetry. The temptation to write something similar was huge. As a result of my searches I understood that my poems, although well received by editors and readers, were not haiku.
After a time of wandering, I met Fiona Robyn, her “small stones”, and here I am, with all my literary belongings, under the roof of the “fragmentary writing”.
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
leaves (24)
I wish this black feather were lost by a hurry, happy singing bird, but I find, a few steps further, another feather, then another, then more and more
I don't think anyone's going to miss me- last snow
2 comments:
Sad, but a fact of life and death.
Thank you for your visit, Libby
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