I live at the end of the world

[Sigh]

I wash my face at the rivers edge
and the thick air washes the stony crags
high above
and the mist descends like a childs hand
covering her mouth as she whispers in my ear
secrets no-one can hear
just the kowhai and me


The sky scrubbed by steel brush
shines bristling silver on
birds, with feathers flecked by lustrous sheen
gape in awe
at mountains dark
and sing at dawn
a chorus


let us listen to our Ancestors
whose bones echo in the brisk creek
and over rocks
stir under tussock, and mottled stone
their lives woven like wind-blown grasses
graceful and heroic as saints

They burn here, bright like magnesium
unable to resist the deafening murmur
and silent caresses
of aching time
eating into my soul
like volcanic ash on a corrugated iron roof
these great moments so trampled
by civilisation
banging at the door

I live at the end of the world
in a place where the unbridled landscape
reaches out and scrapes away the crust
of modern life
and renews the spirit
to it's proper place.

[lostinlove]

Sigh... absolutely beautiful, i could almost picture everything... great use of adjectives, and those hidden metaphors were so beautiful... i dont have a wide vocabulary to express beauty :) but it was enlightening, and i hope to read more like it... thanks

[Sigh]

April,
Thankyou! I remember posting poems to a newsgroup and that was such a different experience...vultures circling to pick the rhymmes out of lines and break the bones of alliteration...

...and for those you enjoying a Summer (it's the shortest day of the year down here tomorrow!) a Kowhai is a tree native to New Zealand (it's a Maori word) which has bright yellow flowers:)

Sigh

[Joey]

"and the mist descends like a childs hand
covering her mouth as she whispers in my ear
secrets no-one can hear"

Very beautiful. I like the way you describe things. Your poems never fail to amaze.

[Sigh]

Wow! Thanks Joey!

[jkf1129]

Wow! That was beautiful the way you described everything. You have much talent!