A child's face bent over the dusk...
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A child's face bent over the dusk...
The mystery hill you can see from most parts of Auckland is, of course, Rangitoto island, the mid-harbour volcanic cone.
Waiting to return, waiting and sailing in the longing shadows.
Two magpie and bird related pieces I recently added to a series of children's poems I started writing about 2 years ago.
How do you measure it, love, by what length or breadth?
Dedicated to a friend who seems to stand on his own mountain and I on mine; we waive to each other at times and pick up each other's words on the wind or page.Mother, in your later years...
That shore, no matter how may oceans behind, i have never left.
What my grandfather said of the war, the very little, but hard & to the point
Memory of her, a poem, a poet true/untrue, the memory's true.
Trying to drink down life's sorrow you open the floodgates to the sound of a lawnmower.
Even these things wait their turn to ascend...
At the window, sitting in the dark of your eyes, stuck on wheels you can hardly turn anymore.
What we saw was a real ship, not all that steel and diesel nonsense.
The lengths of an autumn in dry leaf, shadowed hill, the cold of apples.
On a bar still, recalling that girl like a slice of summer with dark hair, tripping like a wind on the lintel.
Putting my parents together on the page on that quiet little shore.
Photographic and phonographic impressions of an autumn in an autumn city.
The promise made to me? I made? that kept me on the road 25 years...
Books, leaves and dreams that ignited me to burn in far journeying.
From this broken volcano I looked down at the old school.
A smashed open house for dreaming through.
I walk in the glad frost of their falling...
On Chieko Naganuma, Japanese poetess and painter. Inspired by the film on her, 'Chieko's Sky', by Noboro Nakamura.