Angele Toomey Poetry

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  • Poetry Boot Camp Day 7: Ways of remembering

    Today’s offering was written yesterday as I travelled into town to see a friend. The day had started at a very leisurely pace until I realised that to get from… Read more

  • Poetry Boot Camp Day 6: Words and Ideas

    Today I have two poems – not because I am boastful or greedy – they arrived in quick succession on the same page, so it felt wrong to separate them.… Read more

  • Boot Camp Day 5: Renovation realities

    There is a situation in New Zealand that has been described as a ‘housing crisis’. We haven’t been building enough houses to keep up with demand (driving up property prices)… Read more

  • Boot Camp Day 4: Nature from another perspective

    I am one of the rare people who won’t watch David Attenborough documentaries. It’s not that I have anything against Sir David, I love the sound of his voice, and… Read more

  • Boot Camp Day 3: The Katherine Effect

    This poem was inspired by a sculpture of renown Wellington/New Zealand writer Katherine Mansfiled. The sculpture is located on the corner of Midland Park on Lambton Quay. Katherine was born… Read more

  • Boot Camp Day 2: Untangling knots

    I sometimes feel that I spend half my life trying to escape the tangles I’ve created for myself…like setting a huge goal of a poem a day when I’ve managed… Read more

  • History and destiny calling my name?

    This is poem #1 of my self-imposed “2 week boot camp”. The aim is to post a poem every day for two weeks! I had a very close relationship with… Read more

  • History never repeats? Hmm

    I have been experimenting with form and themes lately. And repetition is something that has sparked my imagination. Using it to drum home a rhythm or focus on a sound… Read more

  • Reflections on an injury

    The burn on my hand is healing ok, still sore at times. The following poem was inspired by the responses/comments I received when people saw my hand. Working on those… Read more

  • Some days are just like that

    It starts the night before when you forget to reset the alarm, and it just doesn’t get any better as you race for the train; realise you’ve left your security… Read more

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