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Micro-cosmic
Artist's view of life, Detail from my world each day, Small mundane moments.
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
20th August 2008
Big picture opens,
But my concerns get smaller,
Food, sleep and toilet.
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
19th August 2008
Curious stillpoint,
As chaos spins around me,
The eye of the storm.
Monday, 18 August 2008
18th August 2008
Packing solution,
Pilgrimage to Argos to
Buy a bigger case.
Sunday, 17 August 2008
17th August 2008
London to Glasgow,
Loved in both and sad to leave,
Yo yo existence.
Saturday, 16 August 2008
16th August 2008
I watch a master -
While anxious, holding my breath -
Practise letting go.
Friday, 15 August 2008
15th August 2008
Angular design,
Mushroom flips rather than rolls,
Ecstatic with scent.
Thursday, 14 August 2008
14th August 2008
On thirty-eight bus,
Rare time talking together;
Metropolitans.
Wednesday, 13 August 2008
13th August 2008
"Dorsal fin" collar,
Tom's dapper yellow statement,
Gateway to colour.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
12th August 2008
Contemplating age,
Finding beauty in fossils,
Sifting for treasure.
Monday, 11 August 2008
11th August 2008
Bed Mum was born in
Goes to next generation,
For change of life style.
Sunday, 10 August 2008
10th August 2008
Pickle shouts on top,
"I'm the king of the castle",
Newt is not impressed.
Saturday, 9 August 2008
9th August 2008
With social hunger,
Having and eating their cake,
Child-free adult fun.
Friday, 8 August 2008
8th August 2008
Stopping to eat my
Emergency apple, in
Appropriate dress.
Thursday, 7 August 2008
7th August 2008
Interdependent,
I support Mum by the arm,
"You are kind", she says.
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
6th August 2008
Attempt to reclaim
Control from state of panic;
I fill the larder.
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
5th August 2008
Sheltering from rain,
We share our cover, making
Web of connections.
Monday, 4 August 2008
4th August 2008
Bitter sweet leaving,
The garden looks beautiful,
Pale fuschia dances.
Sunday, 3 August 2008
3rd August 2008
Little Pat feels strange,
Home emptied into boxes,
End of an era.
Saturday, 2 August 2008
2nd August 2008
Unpacking our lives,
Pickle makes sure he's central,
Washing cycles round.
Friday, 1 August 2008
1st August 2008
Shaman Tony leads,
Into mystery of dark,
Until I see path.
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Sarah Pletts
Under scrutiny, Documenting the mundane, Learning how to live. Noticing detail, Of ordinary moments, Awareness expands. A 'haiku' poem, Has seventeen syllables: Five, seven and five.
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