Rory Hudson Poems

They blend as one,
the ocean
and the man who stands
fishing by night.
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(A senryu)

A boat passing by:
on the shore where lovers lie
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Time, you’re a thief
that comes by night
as we sleep heedless.
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Come with me to Castlemaine
when summer’s in the air
and laughing girls dance through the parks
loosening their hair.
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These initials, L.O.L. -
at first I thought
they stood for “Lots Of Love”,
but now I learn
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Forgive me, but I shall leave
by a discreet side door
at the end of this night of goodbyes
which we have whispered to each other
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(A haiku)

Always in the night
it wells up from depths unplumbed -
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Through distances of arid time
a voice, half-remembered, half-dreamed,
cuts through the painful skin
that I wear as my disguise
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(A haiku)

Magpies carolling;
cows ambling beneath the gums
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(A haiku)

Cold of morning fog
as the fishing boats set out -
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