A progressive haiku about noise

Ape-house at the zoo…

A great family outing:

screams, snot, candy floss.


Enjoying the garden…

Teenagers’ windows open,

loud music thumping.


Footballers swearing…

A Sunday stroll in the park

on the day of rest.


Walking on the Downs…

Free tickets to the air show,

mobiles ringing.


Reflecting on ears…

The miracle of hearing

and the art of quiet.

(c) Sarah Potter, 2012

I dedicate this progressive haiku to one devoted dad who snatches moments from parenthood and cleaning sticky noses to write haiku and experimental fiction at  graphitebunny.wordpress.com

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A mist haiku trilogy

Mist in the treetops…

The clouds have come visiting;

the sun stays at home.


Mist turned to drizzle…

The sky eats the horizon

and spits at the earth.


Mist dissipating…

Birds snatch disappearing worms

and swoop to the sun.

(c) Sarah Potter, 2012

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This is the first time I’ve reblogged anything, but these photos of Montreal Gardens posted on http://allaboutlemon.wordpress.com are too fantastic to miss.

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Montreal Gardens

Can you imagine the maintenance?  Wow!

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A poem to the daughter who mightn’t have existed

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The poem below, written fifteen years ago, is dedicated to my beautiful and characterful daughter–herself a mother of two fantastic children–and who, this weekend, celebrates her 30th birthday.  I love you, my big baby xxxx



you are the best mistake I ever made


backs turned, doors slammed, new friends found, new front doors


I knew you because you made sure of it


as an inchling squirming in my womb


hand-me-downs of doll-sized clothes sat folded


long days passed before my gift-wrapped surprise


you never cried–too nosy from the start


a beautiful individualist


old spurners backtracked to ingratiate


I’d petition angels to protect you


we fought pitched battles with the world and won


and now I watch you fight your teenage wars


your eyes squall-grey, fire from your studded nose


smiles, apologies, blue-eyed bliss, peace


an unbreakable individualist


lovers of your own and choices to make


(c)Sarah Potter, 1997