Category: Twitter Poems

They took you away today
saying your death was not a crime,
merely a procedure
that removed you in your prime.

Still it breaks
And breaks again
This heart in
Weary pieces
Fitting them together
A task for delicate time.

In her broken eyes
A question formed,
He didn’t have the heart to answer.
Prone on the roadway
Of cold bitumen,
He scooped her to the warmth of his arms.

Down west on Sumner Main Road
the mountains blocked our way,
a fortress as white as bone,
as strong as the voice of God
echoing in the hidden valleys,
calling us to kneel in the snow.

PINE
Tonight the band bent chords and rhythms
and voices into all the shapes we ever knew,
anthems to another time, a kiwi tune
that sung above the noise; tonight we opened
the window and we let joy sing to the city.

I’m on this ribbon road
weaving the blue coastline
along a full tide kissing the shore;
the bush hills climb to the blue sky,
shelter their secrets as I drive by,
sad of heart, buoyed of spirit.

The walls of the old café
are painted bright yellow,
as bright as the sun;
outside the day is grey and cold,
nothing at all like these walls.

I shall renew old acquaintances
one by one in the fullness of time,
but for now I pass by their gates
and their headstones and quietly
whisper their name.

I am in need of a chocolate bar
but the vending machine
seems not equipped to oblige
or maybe it is I who is not equipped
to follow the instructions;
frustratingly the chocolate remains
out of reach.

A roadway we have forged,
through light and dark,
and walked every long mile
shouldering pick and shovel
until we fell out of breath
and weary.