Monday, 27 July 2015
Unnecessary Protection.
It is nearly spring, a new year, and
There is new growth on the old trees that
Line the derelict parade.
A warm winter sun drops below
Gull grey storm clouds, casting
Painters light and promises.
A jumble of red brick and shell shot cement
Clutter the sand.
Slain lamp posts and wormed jarrah lie.
A sea defence against a tide
That will never now wrong.
The vulnerable have already succumbed
To their forgotten fates leaving
A midden, an unnecessary protection
For dwellings long abandoned and for
Care free seabirds
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
Impressions.
Footprints in the sand
Duck feet in the mud
Flick of the trowel in once wet cement
Wind on water
Scar on my eye
Salt tear on your tongue.
Soundings
Walking on hard wet sand
By the gentlest tide
Still and quiet except
For some guy hitting an oil drum with a spanner
The he haw saw of the mynah birds
The furnace roar of the flight path
The slap of the cormorants wing on water
The shrill soundings of children
The doppler chop of a helicopter.
The harbour the sound of an elegant lady bathing
The hollow hammer of the engine in the belly of a fishing boat
The cries of success and failure from the fishermen on the wharf
Silent splash of a plunging seabird
The proud silence of the Totora trees.
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
Bar and Mote.
Breeze steady, cool air,
Crisp light, association free.
Memory from 40 light years ago
Not nostalgia but
With a dread of light with no meaning.
The Sun darts behind a cloud
Like a hand over a lamp.
But it soon returns
As fearful and revealing as before.
Four decades ago,
The light was unexamined
Angles of refraction and
Angels of reflection
Bar and mote
Mist glow
All joyful oblivion.
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Post Storm Huiku.
Water flows through reeds
Golden cloud crowns dark hills
Hills lie in washes.
Sound of small steady stream
Sea fret smudges the island
Bird cries on the reef
Water drips down
Saturated swamp streams
Dead octopus points.
Rain Huiku.
White shells on black sand
Bowing branches drip water
Water filled foot print.
Cold rain falls on sand
Seal the shape of stone
Puddles ice the reef.
Grey green sea cloudscape
Wharf fades into pale mist
Heron rows the air.
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