Angele Toomey Poetry

I was tossing up whether to try to write something new today – it’s Waitangi Day in Aotearoa today. The public holiday has given me moment of reflection and stillness, and I wondered if I could create something out of the ether.

Waitangi Day is a special time for thinking about the way in which this country was colonised, and the path on which we’ve been ever since.

This is not a Waitangi Day themed poem, but it kind of is about journeys, and looking to the future.

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There is an elusive melody in my head
it's playing on a loop,
but I cannot catch the thread.

There is a powerful word on my tongue
caught between its delivery 
and where it had all begun.

There is a sense of change behind my eyes
blind to what could be
the next chapter, the next life surprise.