Archive | March, 2011

can I be your blood (24 March 2011)

29 Mar

you pushed me away
so I closed the door
behind me
  and locked it

you said nothing new to me
I’d heard it all before
I heard it when the door
  was open
and I heard it again
from inside the cage


you know, I took myself
down to the river
I rescued the baby from the reeds
I gave a new life
  to my life

so that I could come be
  your still pond


I didn’t do it
so that you could turn around
and say this is my experience – yours
is coming

I did it to ready me
in the purest way I knew how
to be your sister
and auntie
to the magic of a bean


I want to be there

and say; I remember the day you were born


I want to know my sister
in strength
and in the fierce blood
  of her own

I want to see you belong –
to see you ground your DNA on earth
to meet the part of you
that connects you
  to the mountain

and know
in the shadow of that
majestic belonging

that I also belong


blood is thicker than water
  it is true
      I am not your true blood

which is why, this water I offered
was the sweetest I could
the purest source I could find
and the stillest
  of reflections

to match the blood of yours


this is the blood I share with you


I need a muse (26 March 2011)

27 Mar

I need a muse like I need God
I need to colour my life
with carrier pigeons

and love letters
written behind closed doors
on the floor at night


I need the footsteps
of my life to sound out
into your world
and know the glorious echoes

are heard – tell me – can you contain
me in the quiet chamber of your heart?
Will you call upon me
as the beginning sound of creation?

If you hold this for me
I will call you.

You are so rare


Meet me
Meet me now
See how ruffled I am
  without you

Stop dropping me off
at the doorstep

Take me inside


A muse is such a gift
if you were to leave…
if you were to leave…
you’d awaken in me

the yearning that’s inside all of us


These things come undone
in their own time and way
You’re the poetry
Graffiti on the moon

I hang to the mid-air

and I point to you and I point to you
and then one day
I point that yearning towards

I point that yearning towards


I need a muse like I need God

This yearning is so precious.


what does it mean? (05 Mar 2011)

25 Mar

this time people died

I want to turn to the sages
the crones of astrology
the priestesses of druidry
the kaumatua of Maori

and ask for an explanation

what does all this mean?
I know they won’t take
the trauma away

I know they won’t offer
a panacea of words
but as I look in their direction

and they point me back
to mine, I see they have left
a little clue

today; a picture of a massive ice shelf
broke off Aoraki mountain.

It looks like a crystal.

* [related poems: tag:earthquake] *

would we hear? (05 Mar 2011)

23 Mar

when the earth quakes
would we feel the build up
the way we feel a contraction
or a holding of energy
would our nervous system,
our psyche
our spirit
alert us to the earth’s pressure

would we hear the cicadas stop
their singing? would we notice
the restless dog
or the reluctant child
to go down for a nap?

would we see the sensitive
among us
acting strangely?

would there be any clues
any cues
would we notice them
even if there were?

would the trees tell us? the river?
the birds? And at night, would
the ocean, the wind share the secret?

Found poem – in conversation.

guilty (05 Mar 2011)

23 Mar

I feel strangely guilty
that they never knew
it was coming and
never intended it coming.

We do.
We live on that line;
not if but when.
That big one was meant for us.

we chose to live here (05 Mar 2011)

17 Mar

see, we chose to live here
on the cusp of the fault line
like we’re holding
two lands together

like Kapiti holding
the lay-lines
and the chief straddled the sea
to find sanctuary, we chose this

duel tectonic
polarities – earth water
the principled, the flowing
the fear, the strength

the silent, the out-spoken
we chose this burden
as our offering
we took this tectonic

movement into our care
we sit in the lap
in the contractions
and wild orgasms

of the earth

we put our house here
our streets, our railway lines
we sent all our machinery
down and she rolled with us

we chose to live here
between her thighs
as she gives birth
we are her midwives and her doulas

we chose to attend
to this sacred

I will not let you go (04 Mar 2011)

16 Mar

I want you to decide now
before it’s too late
before a mighty sign is needed
I want you to decide
now, live or die

Be one hundred percent whatever
you choose

But you should know
if you fly from this earth
as you keep practicing each morning

I will be holding you
as your root
as your kite string in full
gale, as the yacht in full sail
I will be holding you

and I will not let you go
I will be more fierce
than the storm you summoned
to take you

I will not let you go.

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