Monday, November 19, 2007

Sunday Scribblings: I Carry

Better late than never ...



I Carry

I carry Karekare sand

between my toes,

Opanuku silt in the

pores of my skin.

This hair hides

silvered fern snagged

in passing through

Waitakere bush,

supplejack has wound

itself around my bones.

Take me from the land

but the land will find

ways to travel with me.

Concrete and glass

have not found such organic

purchase in my soul.


More Sunday Scribblings here.

4 comments:

Linda said...

Love this. I feel the same way about the beach, where I live in the summer and the city where I live in the winter.

'soulless' said...

This is such inspired writing; I am impressed by the crafting of the lines, how you've made the imagery your very own. The ending is memorable to the delighted mind.

Cheers.

chiefbiscuit said...

A great kiwi poem! It even smells like NZ!

Pip said...

Wow - thanks everyone for your great comments. I've had lovely feedback from friends outside of my blog as well. I haven't been happy with my writing lately, but this one I quite liked. I know my dis-satisfaction stems from the lack of effort I'm putting into my writing. When I look back at last year's NaPoWriMo work I am pleasantly surprised by its quality. Time to find some commitment!