"In summer, the song sings itself."
(William Carlos Williams)
William Carlos Williams:
http://tinyurl.com/nfxal9
photo: Martin G. Wienert (me in London)14.00–17.00 symposium 18.00–21.30 dinner in the East Room"
"In short, this event brings together practitioners and theoreticians of the humanities, arts and sciences to extol or berate, to discuss, explore and explain shortness in all its spatial and temporal manifestations..."See here the panel discussion (and in the background twitter).
What a view!
http://twitpic.com/7wwtktwitter:

photo: Martin G. Wienert, spring 2008nearly daybreak
the salt spreader returns
from the highway
Angelika Wienert (Oberhausen, Germany)
(Mainichi Japan) March 25, 2009
private note:
I miss you all but I've not much time for poetry in the moment! Sorry!
photo: Martin G. Wienert
photo: Martin G. Wienert 
photo: Martin G. Wienert, gleditsia triacanthos sunburst, Oct. 2008 in our garden
Piazza Tale
As always: for my husband red wine, for me white wine.
"When I was young, strangers complimented me."
"What was your last sentence, honey?"
"Strangers made compliments in my youth."
"Often?"
"No, not often. I was shy and had to wear glasses."
"A lot of women have to wear glasses."
"I was too stupid to recognize that I was quite pretty then. Today photos tell me that..."
"Salmon or lamb chops? Or better the vegetarian dish?"
As always: no coffee after lunch.
We walk across the footbridge and reach the piazza.
Heat
the dog
opens one eye
photo: Martin G. Wienert, rhododendron in our garden, 2008tiny shoots
in the greenhouse –
I whisper
spring stroll
bedclothes airing
on windowsills
cherry blossoms
the jogger stops
to check his pulse
spring chill
tapping the barometer
one more time
(Angelika Wienert; LYNX, June 2008)
ghazals, haibun, haiga, sequences, single poems...