43
Mozambique, Madagascar
or somewhere North for
rest & recovery, maybe
a discovery of who
& what I can be for
these years remaining
but I enter my world
of work & more work
Each day spins out of control
from that which I aim to do
to that which I actually do
I’m living an old life needing
change or rearrangement
a realignment of the stars
the situation grown stale
needing a gale to blow it over
44
old relationships don’t grow
but stultify & depress
that is the mess preferred
by those around me
45
Huia, that place to come
when all else leaves me glum
not visited for some time
I’d forgotten
how I made this place
mine
& on to Whatipu with Katherine
now there is you
to say good-bye to
46
a small breath
an exchange of
mutual needs
concerning deeds
that need attending to
47
hope in a garden
cleared of debris
in preparation for
a future unknown
48
a day for this poet
the reading of a hundred pictures
so many more are left out
is that all life is?
one camera click after another
each month captured
in colour, sepia or black & white
most moments have colour
little is black & white
wouldn’t mind a little sepia
mellow, low lit & creamy
49
a foolish begging woman
wanting the return to our intimacy
you stand strong, fending off my rage
witnessing my agony
walking me to the gate
50
a short return to music
then leaving
I need words, conversation
& you
51
memories & photographs
always make me cry
52
a clean page
a handful of words
no more tears
Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
February: fragments 40 - 42
40
at French Bay I sit on the seat
dedicated to Edith May Ransome
another Edith May not you mother
surviving uneasily in your rest-home
today I wanted to take you out
paint your house, fill it full
of my furniture & look after you
forever
my frustration with other possibilities
too extreme to ignore
but you are too difficult, too demanding
& I would fail there also
41
new start
very definitely new
& not you my dear
not you
42
depends on whether you
want triple bottom line
or sustainability
at French Bay I sit on the seat
dedicated to Edith May Ransome
another Edith May not you mother
surviving uneasily in your rest-home
today I wanted to take you out
paint your house, fill it full
of my furniture & look after you
forever
my frustration with other possibilities
too extreme to ignore
but you are too difficult, too demanding
& I would fail there also
41
new start
very definitely new
& not you my dear
not you
42
depends on whether you
want triple bottom line
or sustainability
Sunday, March 16, 2008
February: fragments 31 - 39
31
love cannot be found in
a red rose, a carnation
it exists in a word, a gesture
a look, a touch, a memory
as memories flash back
my tears flood & spill
Natasha says, you’re doing the grief
She’s glad I’m doing it now
32
afterwards
there are things to be done
forms to fill in
bills to pay
& emptiness to contend with
33
the music makes y’ do it
it makes y’ kinda mean
it gets into y’ bloodstream
bloodstream
y’ wanna bit ‘ve mm mm
& some lovin too
you hope that this man
will give them things to you
the music makes y’ do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
so ya have a bit of this
& a bit of that
& wonder if you’re better off
at home with the cat
but the music makes y' do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
the love is a buzzin
the early mornings too
you’re playin like a couple
of animals in the zoo
the music makes y' do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
one nite ya come home
he’s fucked off to the wife
ya think about honin
yr skills with a carving knife
the music makes ya do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
ten years in a jail
has no direct appeal
so ya let the man go
with a sigh and a squeal
the music makes ya do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
bein on ya own
aint such a bad thing
no waitin and a wonderin
for that dang phone to ring
the music makes ya do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
but ya need a bit of mm mm
& some lovin too
& the world’s a great place
one gynormous zoo
the music makes y' do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
34
water, warm & murky
possibly polluted
caresses my skin
cleaning the sweat
& the blood
35
oh soggy, soggy, soggy
him as well as you
you’re trapped inside this thing
a dysfunctional family zoo
if it’s not your dad painting
it’s your mum cleaning up after you
your wife sneaking in the back door
your child shooting through
you sit in the middle of it all
in a weird kind of daze
not brave enough to step out
or to change your ways
36
my love is always with me
it never goes away
sometimes I forget it
for a moment or a day
you rang me to remind me
my world is not all there is
you have a life, he has a life
and mine is now my own biz
37
to build & to renew
I give myself to you
38
mean diamond summer
essential light wanted
a finger wind symphony
through rusty dream
39
the bed is dismantled
returned to the wife
that symbol of dissention
to our doomed sex life
he’ll sleep now on the couch
or maybe out there with her
that bed has memories of me
don’t forget that sir
love cannot be found in
a red rose, a carnation
it exists in a word, a gesture
a look, a touch, a memory
as memories flash back
my tears flood & spill
Natasha says, you’re doing the grief
She’s glad I’m doing it now
32
afterwards
there are things to be done
forms to fill in
bills to pay
& emptiness to contend with
33
the music makes y’ do it
it makes y’ kinda mean
it gets into y’ bloodstream
bloodstream
y’ wanna bit ‘ve mm mm
& some lovin too
you hope that this man
will give them things to you
the music makes y’ do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
so ya have a bit of this
& a bit of that
& wonder if you’re better off
at home with the cat
but the music makes y' do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
the love is a buzzin
the early mornings too
you’re playin like a couple
of animals in the zoo
the music makes y' do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
one nite ya come home
he’s fucked off to the wife
ya think about honin
yr skills with a carving knife
the music makes ya do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
ten years in a jail
has no direct appeal
so ya let the man go
with a sigh and a squeal
the music makes ya do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
bein on ya own
aint such a bad thing
no waitin and a wonderin
for that dang phone to ring
the music makes ya do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
but ya need a bit of mm mm
& some lovin too
& the world’s a great place
one gynormous zoo
the music makes y' do it
it makes y' kinda mean
it gets into y' bloodstream
bloodstream
34
water, warm & murky
possibly polluted
caresses my skin
cleaning the sweat
& the blood
35
oh soggy, soggy, soggy
him as well as you
you’re trapped inside this thing
a dysfunctional family zoo
if it’s not your dad painting
it’s your mum cleaning up after you
your wife sneaking in the back door
your child shooting through
you sit in the middle of it all
in a weird kind of daze
not brave enough to step out
or to change your ways
36
my love is always with me
it never goes away
sometimes I forget it
for a moment or a day
you rang me to remind me
my world is not all there is
you have a life, he has a life
and mine is now my own biz
37
to build & to renew
I give myself to you
38
mean diamond summer
essential light wanted
a finger wind symphony
through rusty dream
39
the bed is dismantled
returned to the wife
that symbol of dissention
to our doomed sex life
he’ll sleep now on the couch
or maybe out there with her
that bed has memories of me
don’t forget that sir
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
February: fragments 25 - 30
25
A sister searches
for answers
I cannot give myself
Look after yourself
she says
both within & without
know who you are
from moment to moment
don’t let
another swamp you
with his neediness
for attention, reassurance
26
to love or not to love
that is the question
27
Love for & between women
sustains me
sitting next to Margaret
my thigh relaxes
I can walk again
28
my music is strong
& moving – great, says Andrea
Rosie is jealous, as always
today I don’t care
The place feels right
I’m recovered from set-backs
& play to impress – from the heart too
no holds barred
allowing my innate seriousness
its full reign
in songs of deeper meaning
29
tears keep coming
I can't hold them back
he asks how am I
I say not too good
he backs off
does he feel responsible?
he wants to talk
to let me know
about our shared gig
the dates
I walk away angry
at his assumptions
his inability to value
the depth of my loss
his loss
our loss when we are not together
30
there’s been some mythical argument
does he remember anything he says?
I enroll at the university, walk
watch a film about assassins
return home happy with my day
not wanting anyone, just the day
I get many calls & messages
he is getting plastered
I leave Valentine’s flowers
on his door-step for morning
A sister searches
for answers
I cannot give myself
Look after yourself
she says
both within & without
know who you are
from moment to moment
don’t let
another swamp you
with his neediness
for attention, reassurance
26
to love or not to love
that is the question
27
Love for & between women
sustains me
sitting next to Margaret
my thigh relaxes
I can walk again
28
my music is strong
& moving – great, says Andrea
Rosie is jealous, as always
today I don’t care
The place feels right
I’m recovered from set-backs
& play to impress – from the heart too
no holds barred
allowing my innate seriousness
its full reign
in songs of deeper meaning
29
tears keep coming
I can't hold them back
he asks how am I
I say not too good
he backs off
does he feel responsible?
he wants to talk
to let me know
about our shared gig
the dates
I walk away angry
at his assumptions
his inability to value
the depth of my loss
his loss
our loss when we are not together
30
there’s been some mythical argument
does he remember anything he says?
I enroll at the university, walk
watch a film about assassins
return home happy with my day
not wanting anyone, just the day
I get many calls & messages
he is getting plastered
I leave Valentine’s flowers
on his door-step for morning
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
February: fragments 18 - 24
18
a woman who loves her man
gives indications in gifts
touch, looks, pleasure
changing him is not a possibility
if he wants to he’ll do it himself
19
a longer stride
a dancer’s skirt
a click of castanets
a pirouette
a twirl
a daughter
20
drunkenness at parties
people talking over the top
of one another, not listening
whose
ego is largest who has
the most to say, the least
silence a protest, a value
watching, an entertainment
listening maybe amusing
frustrating when the story
is repeated over and over
in louder and louder voice
alcohol
is it the cause or merely
the enhancer of buried character?
21
beyond the western sea
a big black dog, a flat road
in a valley between ferny hills
people with energy or lethargy
creating nervous conversation
waking to wood pigeons
& tuis, no traffic noise
a computer in a juke box
to stand at in between
shiatsu happening on the
front lawn & picnics
land agents visit, a party
one man creating havoc
stumbling, spilling beer
leaning into the wind
22
to drink or not to drink
that is the question
23
beauty in a movie of people
dying from the HIV virus
Yesterday building a hospital
away from the village to nurse
her estranged now sick, husband
24
to leave or not to leave
that is the question
a woman who loves her man
gives indications in gifts
touch, looks, pleasure
changing him is not a possibility
if he wants to he’ll do it himself
19
a longer stride
a dancer’s skirt
a click of castanets
a pirouette
a twirl
a daughter
20
drunkenness at parties
people talking over the top
of one another, not listening
whose
ego is largest who has
the most to say, the least
silence a protest, a value
watching, an entertainment
listening maybe amusing
frustrating when the story
is repeated over and over
in louder and louder voice
alcohol
is it the cause or merely
the enhancer of buried character?
21
beyond the western sea
a big black dog, a flat road
in a valley between ferny hills
people with energy or lethargy
creating nervous conversation
waking to wood pigeons
& tuis, no traffic noise
a computer in a juke box
to stand at in between
shiatsu happening on the
front lawn & picnics
land agents visit, a party
one man creating havoc
stumbling, spilling beer
leaning into the wind
22
to drink or not to drink
that is the question
23
beauty in a movie of people
dying from the HIV virus
Yesterday building a hospital
away from the village to nurse
her estranged now sick, husband
24
to leave or not to leave
that is the question
Thursday, March 6, 2008
January: fragments 7 - 17
7
anger like searing fire
bursts out of me
your response so casual
your pain steeped
in alcohol
let yours out
& mine
can stay where it is
8
small miracle
today my mother died
for a moment or two
no pulse, no blood pressure
no eye movement
then back she came
demanding her nightie
the proper sheets
& paper to wrap up bananas
to leave in a drawer near the bed
9
while listening to Nick Hohepa
Love is everything
but so is hate
anger
injustice
does she believe in love
with uncertainty
& fear ?
hunting in the deep blue sea
he finds peace
in solitude
& work
love is there sometimes
when he returns
when he asks
but sometimes it’s not
anger sets in
& sorrow
& asthma
collectively they use it
to make war
to deny themselves happiness
to confront boredom
boredom is everything
it gives them the reason
to exist
as they please
ethics, parameters, principles
are subdued
not needed
forgotten
the children suffer
become ill
with want
& need
love is everything
it overcomes hate
anger
& injustice
do they believe in it?
can they do it?
will it ever return?
10
this cacophony of sound
has become familiar
coloured red, white & yellow
lights like checker-boards
days pass here
an old person’s dream
interspersed with the cries of children
11
fear sits in my left shoulder
it could become laughter
or anger
there are new things
I wish not to think about
rather enjoy the day
the rain
the air that I breathe
& love heedlessly
12
heedless abandonment
in the sexual act
disregarding the consequences
reaching deep inside
for expurgating release
13
drawing in
redefining boundaries
relearning the limitations
14
each poem
has its own story
uncovers a small stage
difficult to get beyond
15
a performance so effortless
I may have not been in it
but watching from somewhere above
my body doing its work
16
you do not need such a volatile man, she said
do you want him for yourself, I thought
17
women attempt to destroy
the happiness of other women
not knowing in the process
they hurt only themselves
anger like searing fire
bursts out of me
your response so casual
your pain steeped
in alcohol
let yours out
& mine
can stay where it is
8
small miracle
today my mother died
for a moment or two
no pulse, no blood pressure
no eye movement
then back she came
demanding her nightie
the proper sheets
& paper to wrap up bananas
to leave in a drawer near the bed
9
while listening to Nick Hohepa
Love is everything
but so is hate
anger
injustice
does she believe in love
with uncertainty
& fear ?
hunting in the deep blue sea
he finds peace
in solitude
& work
love is there sometimes
when he returns
when he asks
but sometimes it’s not
anger sets in
& sorrow
& asthma
collectively they use it
to make war
to deny themselves happiness
to confront boredom
boredom is everything
it gives them the reason
to exist
as they please
ethics, parameters, principles
are subdued
not needed
forgotten
the children suffer
become ill
with want
& need
love is everything
it overcomes hate
anger
& injustice
do they believe in it?
can they do it?
will it ever return?
10
this cacophony of sound
has become familiar
coloured red, white & yellow
lights like checker-boards
days pass here
an old person’s dream
interspersed with the cries of children
11
fear sits in my left shoulder
it could become laughter
or anger
there are new things
I wish not to think about
rather enjoy the day
the rain
the air that I breathe
& love heedlessly
12
heedless abandonment
in the sexual act
disregarding the consequences
reaching deep inside
for expurgating release
13
drawing in
redefining boundaries
relearning the limitations
14
each poem
has its own story
uncovers a small stage
difficult to get beyond
15
a performance so effortless
I may have not been in it
but watching from somewhere above
my body doing its work
16
you do not need such a volatile man, she said
do you want him for yourself, I thought
17
women attempt to destroy
the happiness of other women
not knowing in the process
they hurt only themselves
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
January: fragments 1 - 6
leaving
letters
lengthways
or photographs
to commemorate
an ancestor
you an obvious descendent
from a face
that could be yours and hers
superimposed
such is this reminder
so timely
so true
2
over years it builds
this sense
of loss
of something missing
difficult to know
what it is
where it rests
the body stores it
through hip
& groin
letting it go is painful
but then
so is keeping it
3
the building of a wall
compartmentalization
smashing it down
enlightenment/liberation
rebuilding in part
a commemoration
4
leave rose
rust rain crush
on delirious purple skin
& garden
with languid music
sweet
like smooth honey
5
full moon
like a bubble
bursting over the hill
into a misty sphere
edges smudged with cloud
that shifts slowly
leaving a sharp white disk
it travels as the sky clears
lighting pathways
where women walk
carrying instruments
music bags, light coats
night stays warm
music transcends it
heavenwards, moonwards
crescendo, decrescendo
mellow & strong
Friday 13th is sung in
6
I curl into that place
that wants to trust
that wants to believe
just as I get there
safe and sound
I’m shocked out of it
by the truth
letters
lengthways
or photographs
to commemorate
an ancestor
you an obvious descendent
from a face
that could be yours and hers
superimposed
such is this reminder
so timely
so true
2
over years it builds
this sense
of loss
of something missing
difficult to know
what it is
where it rests
the body stores it
through hip
& groin
letting it go is painful
but then
so is keeping it
3
the building of a wall
compartmentalization
smashing it down
enlightenment/liberation
rebuilding in part
a commemoration
4
leave rose
rust rain crush
on delirious purple skin
& garden
with languid music
sweet
like smooth honey
5
full moon
like a bubble
bursting over the hill
into a misty sphere
edges smudged with cloud
that shifts slowly
leaving a sharp white disk
it travels as the sky clears
lighting pathways
where women walk
carrying instruments
music bags, light coats
night stays warm
music transcends it
heavenwards, moonwards
crescendo, decrescendo
mellow & strong
Friday 13th is sung in
6
I curl into that place
that wants to trust
that wants to believe
just as I get there
safe and sound
I’m shocked out of it
by the truth
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