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.
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4 comments:
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.
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.
A great kiwi poem! It even smells like NZ!
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!
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