Category: Twitter Poems

Do not hurry after
the fleeting shadow,
for unlike that flowing hem
it cannot be touched
and has no healing
or dream to deliver

I missed her call around 11.00am
but she left a quiet message
reminding me it was 30 years ago
today that our father died;
and in that moment
all the moments that
I have missed him,
stood quietly by my side.

That place is deep
in my hearts longing,
the quietness and
the garden rewarding
succulent fruits
for a day’s labour.

I think of that place
pushing against the
rising, green bush
of Kahurangi where
one can walk and
never come to an end.

The lilies bloomed
their first of the season
on her birthday;
oh that she
could hold them
all the while,
oh that she
could be our mother
still.

PARAPARA VALLEY ROAD
I think of that place
at the end of a long.
dust-covered day,
the western sun
twirling with the river
swimming hole.

PARAPARA VALLEY
I think of that place
every now and then
perched on the rise
at the foot of the hill
a contented view
out to the coast

RED WINE
Red wine
filters the
white moon
through a
timeless lens,
through eyes
that only see
the dreams
waiting just
beyond now.

“Be a good human”
her T shirt read
mercy, justice, humility
my mind said,
the three chords
by which we are led.

Think less of me
for those dark moments
that choke the breath
from my lungs;
Think instead of
the moments I have
captured the moon
glistening in your eyes.