In the last 24 hours, Wellington has been the recipient of a slow moving weather front that brought a considerable amount of rain our way. As we are now officially in summer the temperature didn’t drop. So it’s humid, still and warm. Wonderful, I am already pining for winter!
Below is a short musing I wrote on the train into work this morning, which doesn’t have anything to do with the weather!
My playground Blue, black, green... I have used them all: inks pushed across the page farming ideas forming words. Discursive curses in cursive, idioms in italics seditious seductions, Punctuated by pauses for breath. This is my playground where I swing from stanza to stanza Breaking the rules Making up new games and you're invited. If you find that darkness is closing in on the page again Remember that we'd take the sun for granted, if it weren't for the moon.
Angele Toomey Poetry 