Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Sadness
Like a cheeseburger
Hastily assembled
Gradually sinking
Into the grease stained paper plate
Less appetising
Even as hunger grows

Sunday, March 05, 2017

Bring your heart like a wolf to the water

Saturday, March 04, 2017

I could chase her like the thoughts
That whirl my head
Or catch her in a moment
Instagrammed and frozen
Open to the words of her
That wend a weary way
Between our distant worlds
But still the hope that lies between
The clutched and the let go
Needles up my chest
As it dies
As it does
Every single day.

How curious to breathe
While still being held in so many ways.


Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Afraid of Ice

Under pressure
You melt
Then run

Friday, February 17, 2017

This was going to be a piece
Where I expunged the flickering flame of sadness
That fickle prickle lurking
Whenever I take my shoes off
And show you my weird ankles
Or how that nail never quite grows right
But its OK sometimes
When pain slips through the callouses
And sticks between my toes
I may limp for a while
And keep my laces done up tight
But every wincing step reminds me
Barefoot freedom on the grass
Is worth this prickle price

Thursday, February 16, 2017

When a sadness grips me
Asking what I'm letting go of
Is as good as any other tissue.

Thursday, February 02, 2017

Thoughts on What I Need at This Juncture

I need these trees
Which reach down beneath the bones in the garden
And hold something steadier than the dip of twilight
I crave their rough and honest skin
Questioned by relentless Wellington weather
Answering in gentle unyielding bends

I need something
On which to pin my insides
Unfurled in all their flagging strength
To bravely wave when Northerlie rage
And rip at the ragged ends of me

I need a thought
Not my own crumpled creation
One whose breath reaches back to lost Gardens
And bids muck and dust to rise