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Words of things
Without sophistication
Pen to paper
Thoughts to words
No elaboration needed
Poetic quality might be subjective
Or might just be
Absent
[17 December 2012]
The moss green t-shirt
Is a good sponge for sweat
I discover
As beads form and drip
From my forehead
I prostrate
One hundred and eight
Times
[04 August 2012]
I can't bring myself
to meditate
I don't want to face
the ragged, jagged
rough and messy thoughts
that tumble through
my skull
[13 July 2012]
Office clothes and
Hiking sandals
We walk out to the trees
A Mi Tuo Fo
Long grass and
Mown grass
Clippings thick underfoot
A Mi Tuo Fo
Mindful steps and
Gentle breaths
Warm baby in my arms
A Mi Tuo Fo
Waking up and
Being present
Through my eyes and his
A Mi Tuo Fo
[31 May 2012]
Kiwifruit
From Italy
Reminds me
Of where I live
It ain't Aotearoa here
Jandals
Are flip-flops
Reminds me
Of where I live
It ain't Aotearoa here
Jaffas
Are a type of cake
Reminds me
Of where I live
It ain't Aotearoa here
[14 April 2012]
It's a rainy day
A cold day
Heavy clouds
Are in the sky
I wander round the house
In the early morning calm
Jandals clicking, hair a mess
Feeling slightly cold
Pining for my homeland
Aching for the land
Of jagged mountains, flat plains
And warm inviting sea
[14 April 2012]
The time has come to
write write write
to send words
spinning and spinning
and dancing across the page
A pent up longing of
weeks weeks weeks
[? September 2012]
Three Four lines a day today
The pen moves across paper
But locked locked locked
Remains the heart
[19 February 2012]
It's a strange orange glow
The rolling LED sign emits
Reflected in the dull fluorescent boxes
Marching the length of the ceiling
Still brighter than the morning light outside
Green fields, trees and hedges roll by
Through drizzle splattered windows
Steamy smudges accumulate between panes
As the heating blows furiously
In the warm reek of the carriage
I feel tired
[21 June 2012]
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