Category: Twitter Poems

The room is dimly lit,
she lies in shadow,
cold and still;
they sleep on the floor
beside her casket
so she will not be alone.

A bright light
In the deep earth
In our hearts
Laid to rest

I think of him as he packs his heart
for the road that lies ahead,
as he wraps the long night about her,
lights a candle against the grey light
and watches for the dawn.

The albatross weeps,
its crystal tears fall
like spears to pierce
our hearts and rend
them in two.

She waits, in the long night,
the sounds of the hospital ward
rattle the grey, half-light.
I am thinking of her.
She is thinking of tomorrow
with some relief perhaps that
at last the operation will be over;
a little anxious maybe,
for the road that lies ahead

We remember the white feathers
floating across the roadside fields,
watered by blood and conscience,
nurtured by peace and justice,
the voice of passive resistance.

Shall we dance no more,
no waltz or two-step,
no wild horses across
the wooden floor.

Will we sing no more,
no anthem of joy,
or a song of longed-for love,
I am broken to the core.

They gathered for the song,
for the chance to sing in
their own voice, to soar
beyond the ordinary, to
stand in harmony; such
is the wildest dream.

He came, a bedroll and
a cooking pan hoisted on
his shoulder; he was looking
for that peace, a reason to obey
those who said they had
the rule over him.

My city life is waiting
far from this place
we made our own
above Ruataniwha;

I must leave you here
cradled by the ocean,
and make my way in
the company of old
friends to street corner
cafes and towers of
new songs.