Idle thoughts

There is something about the Wellington Harbour that is singing to my soul at the moment. This poem was inspired by my evening train journey home after a day working in the office. I saw an Inter-Islander ferry coming through the mouth of the Harbour, it was if she had called to the fog toContinue reading “Idle thoughts”

Harbour commute

This morning was foggy and grey. My train journey to work inspired the poem below. Harbour in shades of grey The fog had rolled in as the night rolled on When we emerged from our sleep we found Hills shrouded in mystery And a Harbour daring not to breathe Everything felt suspended in time thatContinue reading “Harbour commute”

Something for the weekend

You may have noticed from previous posts that I was born in Australia and have a thing for early 1980s Aussie pub rock…and the lyrical stylings of Australia’s best songwriter, Mr Don Walker. The poem below was written about two years ago. At the time I was compiling a playlist for a Cold Chisel ‘listeningContinue reading “Something for the weekend”

Writing – a reflection

Today I will let the poetry speak for itself. Tools of the trade Graphite shaped over sequestered carbon To conduct the power of my words And to holding ideas in stasis With imprecise symbolic meaning. To be hung on a wall Hidden in a drawer? Maybe thrown away with the other detritus during a lifeContinue reading “Writing – a reflection”

Facing the truths of the past

This poem is my reaction to a New York Times audio series called Project 1619 that I listened to about 2 weeks ago. Episode 1 was about the first group of people stolen from their homelands and brought to North America as slaves. As a white person who is now 6 generations down the lineContinue reading “Facing the truths of the past”

The gifts we are given

This poem was inspired by hearing a kaumātua (respected elder) speak during a work event recently. I was enthralled by the power, passion, aroha (love) and wisdom in her words. And as I listened to this kuia (female elder) I thought about my own grandmother and gifts she gave to the world. KuiaSkin pulled tightContinue reading “The gifts we are given”

Gardener’s delight

You can probably tell that I am embracing the Spring-time vibe, and the dusting of optimism it brings. Winter will always be my #1, and it’s ok for Spring to be nice. This poem uses the rhythm and rhyme of a repetition to create a sense of melodic harmony, or at least that is myContinue reading “Gardener’s delight”

Spring is here

Today it feels like Spring has finally sprung! The sky is clear blue, the warmth of the sun gently diffused by a cool breeze. Neighbours have tidied their lawnsand are now cranking up their favourite tunes as BBQs are given a post-winter scrub done in preparation for their first firing up in months. The onlyContinue reading “Spring is here”

Questions that keep me up at night

So, it’s 1am and I can’t sleep. Rather than toss and turn I decided to get up and work on a phrase that was rattling around my brain. This is very unpolished… Seriously, where do I put that? What do I do with everything I know? Where do I put the specific details of eachContinue reading “Questions that keep me up at night”