visual poem - sitting infinity

 

Shards of sand merge

into a softness felt

in your belly

Sitting infinity 

you are relaxed.

Are tarapunga discrete?

visual poem kererū

 

The branch is rested, weighted

down by you and yours for a time as

much as my life is mine.

A measured settling in with immanent

gaze your eye angle reflects

my aspect mirrorlike - a mimic I see.

.

visual poem

The bush steams as

I crouch in burning frost

brushing my face in ice 

Is it me that begins, or you.

visual poem - longing for a breeze

You'll have to indulge me a little bit - this poem is just my emotional response to the exhibition rather than a critique of it.

longing for a breeze

the floor was polished

and clacked

with footfall and they lay

quietly disemboweled,

and were viewed.

a card explained: revered once, then dis

repair, now look

their mauri is strong. so they

say breezelessly.

A whare tūpuna

will say what to that?

Pita Sharple's taiaha watches

through glass.

They are alone at night.

visual poem - above

My treasures

lay

undisturbed, inseparable

and distinct.

sky

cradles me, my infinite land

above.

visual poem

at waitangi once,

when Rangatira didn't

say go! wildeyed,

they wanted their land.

the good had gone,

dead, shot, sick or

sobbing. Breath to

breath they looked

at them, and they

walked away hungry.

visual poem

driven to power

insatiable and inert

into a mixer

I've been helping with the Pupu Power Project - concreting the floor and the walls of the old race used by the gold-diggers. When not barrowing concrete for 30 metres I get to make the mix - that means shovelling, lots of shovelling. I'm enjoying helping with this community project and working 10 hour days with the 20 others high up above Mohua (Golden Bay), I'm enjoying the 30 minute walk up the track as the sun is coming up and the birds begin and i'm enjoying the pure physical exertion of the hard mahi.

visual poem

I cannot see you,

in the usual places

beforeyou

like stone.

visual poem

I am examined

little eyes watch

as I remember

an untidy day

closer to a settled

bird with spear

coiled and club,

always club.

I am examined

lines - visual poem

on the lines of my hand

and the sand-lines near me

you may see an imprint

of us

sci fi colonisation

the first one arrived all

sun-spill and screaming

like a God. Somewhere

a parchment of pixels

was signed and they don't

talk to us anymore.

What have we loved?

To make ours into

theirs they came in numbers.

I know it's a bit indulgent putting up another visual poem but this photo, when I turned it around, just looked like clouds to me, then spaceships. Stephen Hawkings warnings about aliens...  my love of sci fi and the assignments that I have just finished on colonisation... an interesting mix and my response to the ansells of this world.

visual poem

I'm restless as

spider-lines

traverse me. Their

touch a tingle, an

echo, a breath.

You sit still

letting me trace

constellations

across your back,

my finger flows.

visual poem

values

of me

of us

identity. a break

folded together

folded together

we are our

landscape.

my graze is

breathing us

entwined.

visual poem

thunder on my tongue

the solid-rain-wall descends

propelled as crescendo

a slap at my stillness

a shout at my whisper,

exhaling,

it passes me by

visual poem

consecutive napping,

the sea strives increasingly

to regain a seat

on land an iceberg drifts by,

convection pattern.

kereru and whakapapa

we are the leading, living ends of our whakapapa branch

the kereru play with our ancestors

and then they look at us

visual poem

a long stretch with

finger-seeking, a reach

to speak. Returning

 

alone - a slowmotion tear.

visual poem

they argue that

my cuts don't heal

and as i breathe

my chest moves not

I argue that

my fresh cuts bleed

and as i breathe

great weight descends

poem

as water my body

overlaps. I spill

the edges as tide.

recede and my

watermark exists.