Category: Twitter Poems

Within the turmoil of private lives,
in the negotiating around each
damaged heart, we find ourselves drawn
ever closer to understanding
and compassion.

We are worn out
by the packing and stacking
and the lifting and loading
and driving; and by the unloading,
and re-lifting and re-stacking
and then the unpacking.

And for every moon I have sat beneath
And for every star I have followed
And for every heart I have travelled with
And for every river I have crossed
I offer my blood-washed bread and wine.

Clear as glass,
the waters of the
Mahurangi harbour
are covered in a
pastel orange sky;
the shadow of
the lone swimmer
is seen beneath
the surface.

Watch over me
yellow moon,
watch over
my crumpled body
wrapped between the
the blankets of
tussock and bracken.

It is a little less calm today,
dancing beneath a coloured sky
the waves of the lake
are rowdy against the shore
calling me to drink
of its waters once more.

I ain’t the drummer in the band
I don’t build castles made of sand
I’m no echo in a wasteland
I’m here to make a solid stand

Here on the Kapiti Coast,
just two streets back from the ocean,
the sound of the waves thundering
against the rock and wood of the sea wall
becomes a muted lullaby
and I fall asleep to its rough rhythm.

She said he looked like he was having a seizure
As she watched the video of him reading his poem;
All the time she kept one eye peeled on the menu
Scanning the list of options for a tasty salad of Caesar.

I command the wind and the storm
Don’t believe in being lukewarm
Because it’s fear I out-perform
I’ll stand with you among the thorns