Monthly Archives: August 2014

I think you must feel yourself in negative

There is always something gleaming in you

A streaming light that sparkles through the bridges you say you have made from us.

You say we are planks laid across the abyss

That we toss ropes and you cling to them in order to leave yourself behind.

That we help you grieve. That loving us makes you real.

I think you must feel yourself in negative.

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “A poem about Haki.”

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Kind of a Beautiful Outlaw (Stefanie)

This is a good, very good, excellent day.

Oh God, I am in Love.

Lucky.

I’m just brimming with joie de vivre.

I woke up so smugly contented that I gross out even myself.

Jubilee Street.

Yep yep yep.

Dancing at bus stop, ain’t no thang.

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt is for this form without the ‘every letter of the alphabet’ clause. I used Stefanie’s tweets to write the poem.

Reverse

When your day has been complete and utter crap

And you’re swallowing your rage and anger

When you want to tear your hair out in a fit of mania

Take heed of the following lesson:

Inflate your lungs with fresh air then smile – don’t be apologetic

Raise up on your tiptoes, lift your knees and kick your feet – just prance

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Prance”. I wrote it as a reverse acrostic. (“Is reverse acrostic a thing?” Shhh, it is now.)

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On Wednesdays I am invisible

Footsteps quick yet quieter than grass growing

Past singles in cars parked in the middle of the road

Past bus wait-ers, school go-ers, dog walk-ers

They turn slightly, drawn like static cling

I am gone!

I am out!

No one sees me

I am felt only as a sudden warmth

Seen as a reflection gliding over shop windows

A shadow slipping off fences off faces off sides

On Wednesdays I choose invisibility

On Wednesdays I am powerful

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Invisible.”

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Wellington harbour, cold day

The ceiling has lowered on Wellington city

it’s streets are all damp and gray

everyone’s huddled in black puffer jackets –

but the tugboats are out in the bay!

They’re tiny and red compared to the ships

they herd through the water like sheep.

Nippy and zippy, and a little bit stroppy

surging through waves that lamb-leap.

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Wellington harbour, cold day.”

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