Getting it Down |
These chains turn overthemselves, rusting and clunking.Broken glass of me,glass that will be sand.One day I'll find horizonshere, but not today.©Naomi Woddis 2007
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 04:04:00 PST |
Music Teaches Me - and other haikus |
Music Teaches MeHow the rhythm soothes,lets my hips remember howit feels to be loved.FriendshipCatch this small freedomin your hand, your heart. Lettingeach moment linger. Singing the MemoriesRefugee ...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 02:20:00 PST |
6am - and other haikus |
BitterDry knuckle and bonein the stomachs root, hear itrasp, it eat itself.Everything , a MemoryOn this train I watchthe passing trees and sky. IfI could just forget.6amWhy do I wake now?sea-dark sky,...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 06:07:00 PST |
Completing the Puzzle - and other haikus |
TerrorShe's hugging the walltoo frightened to move or breathe,his fist raised again.DrunkLumbering charmlessbesotted by drink he falls,the boxers last fight.PainHow could he not knoweach time he raise...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 01:39:00 PST |
Reminder of Love on a Cold Morning - and other haikus |
ColdThe brittle branches,its bone-dead fingers againstwinters mottled sky. HomeStill air, one bird singslast nights rain on sodden grassmy flatmates laughter.DuskMilk-grey day, the hushand whir of tir...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 01:29:00 PST |
An Afternoon at the Tate, with a Friend |
Abrupt shock of lifemillenium bridge crawlingpockmarked with people.Clustering insectsin the Tate, crowding belowthe double helix.Bec and I met, talked,admired a chalk drawing'The Roaring Forties",fil...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 08:34:00 PST |
Death of a Young Man in a Knife Fight |
Recently a young man died yards away from where I live. A fight had escalated between the two men and one was fatally stabbed in the heart. For weeks afterwards people visited the place where he died,...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 03:19:00 PST |
Mark of a Wound |
Lee Krasner watches her husbandlegs crossed on a tall stool,feet not touching the groundwhile his limbs dancepouring the rupture of himselfonto an unstretched canvas.The drip of paint is wax,"It's not...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 06:59:00 PST |
Saving a Life |
This is an excerpt from 'Chickchat', the blog I co-author with another writer.....In which "Sybil", a London based writer, poet and performer corresponds with her New York based penpal, "Audrey", an e...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 03:21:00 PST |
A poem by Priscilla Sim |
My friend Priscilla wrote me this beautiful poem (she is the very first on my friends list - check her out). I was so touched I have copied it here, it's a beautiful piece of writing....I was looking ...
Posted by Naomi Woddis on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 06:18:00 PST |
