So summer break is over and I am heading back into work. If you have thoughts on what inspired today’s poem please leave a comment! Becoming what is expectedThe colour feels cold and wetas I glide it across my eyelidknowing it will set hardto last the coming day.As it dries I will travel througha windowbecomingContinue reading “Back to work”
Wellingtonians love a good chat about the weather – how long the winter is lasting, how short the summer was, how unseasonably hot/cold/dry/rainy it’s been, and of course any observation about the state of the air currents (aka wind) is always topic de jour. Weather is definitely a safer topic than politics, sport, religion, etc.Continue reading “Today’s weather report”
The imagesMy memories are sepia toned photographssinking furtherinto the bracken watersof time.My words arethe digital echoesflowing awayinto an unknown etherline by line.
This poem was inspired this morning as I walked along the Wellington waterfront to work. Wellingtonians will understand the power of the wind to move us, figuratively and literally! Holding the windTrying to hold the wind in my handTo stop time:Make solid the ethereal;Give this body ofbone and hopemore permanence in the wild energy ofContinue reading “Chasing the wind”
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”
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 has been a bit of fun. Below is a short work I banged out on a train trip into town a week or so ago,Continue reading “History never repeats? Hmm”