Why the Tears?
Was it the disrupted sleep
Hormones gone haywire again
Or simply the strain of lockdown
And the relief of it ending
After eight long weeks
Eight Long Weeks
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Tui Talk
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Have you noticedThe humans have slowed down?They’ve stopped haring around in those monstrous machinesAnd their factories aren’t pouring out that ob-noxious smokeSullying our air Have you noticedThat we can hear ourselves sing again?That it’s easier to breatheAnd the water in our water dish is always full and clearIt’s like they…
A Treaty of Tui
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Seven tui at the water dish yesterdaySeven! All at once!Not one or two but a whole whanauAn entire community of tuiResplendent in their iridescent coats and white neck ties What should that be called?They deserve a special titleAn assembly of tui?A temptation of tui?A treaty? A troop? A tribe? They…
SometimesWhen I’m relaxedThe words flowMellifluous and bubblingTo meander happilyOut into the world Other timesThey hideAnd have to be wrenched outOf dark cornersStiff and awkward, stuck togetherOn a harsh page, not wanting to be there at all In betweenThere are the bland momentsThey can flow – or notBut dullOnly hanging around…
Man and Wife
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I lie with you beneath this willow tree;Whose iridescent branches hide us here,And listen to the shrieks of surfers, free,Unfettered by the burdens that we bear.This gift of time allows my thoughts to ease.I sigh; relax and watch you drift away,Enchanted by the shadows of the leaves,That dance upon your…
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They are like bubbles that emerge from the bottom of a pond I gently scoop up the fragments of my poem A poem by Harumi Minagawa from Auckland University. her first translation of her poems into English happened on Sunday at the Writing Weekend.May 2020
Reflections
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We see reflections wherever we go. They may not always be the colour we want them to be. However what appears in front of us now is what we need to be seeing. It’s how we interpret the reflection within which is important. JDE23/05/20
Autumn Trees
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Autumn Trees Autumn trees shed leaves, Like faded memories,Shaking off the past,To reveal their naked truth;Then waiting, in wintry silence,To be reborn.We scrunch those piebald leavesBetween our toes;And toss them in the airWith wild abandon.How wonderful to be,An Autumn tree,Flinging off its clothes and shouting,“Look at Me.” Mandy Edwards ©…
A Date with Spirit
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A Date with Spirit I went for a date with Spirit, Beneath a starry sky, She led me through the darkness, Her beauty rent me shy. Gilded by the crescent moon, Dressed in a glittering gown, She filled my soul with wonder, Her breath the merest sound. I heard her…
Unhinged
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Unhinged We stagger across the beach Like giggling schoolgirls, Clad in nightgowns, feet bared, Heavy with fatigue yet light As champagne flutes. Our pain Released! The sea sweeps in from our left. To the right, a morepork laments Its name. Calling us home. Wild Women. Untethered. Unleashed. Quite. Quite unhinged.…