Wanaka poems

Otago landscape

Raw landscape;
mountains kissing sky;
light piercing dark clouds;
hawk resting on air,
still, watchful
ready to dive;
vibrant
liquid turquoise lake,
mirror for light and form;
rock poised
at the brink,
as if to fall
at wind’s breath;
Her golden sensuous ripples
of land;
soil, grass, stone,
tear my heart
open
with desolate beauty.
Something in me screams
‘too much, too much”
empty, stark
yet full of
bleak beauty.
Heart’s pierced
into tenderness
by God’s
earth shattered
Otago landscape.


Finger pointing

A real poet
is a finger
pointing to the beauty,
inner
and outer;
to the roar
of the raw
penetrating
heart and soul.
Word magic
onto page,
flowing
from the subtleties
of life, love,
earth,
God and death.
Opening doors
to inner wordless
space
with eyes
that see beyond
even the tragic beauty
of each moment’s
demise
into the next;
death, birth, death
and everything in between;
nothing is too much or
too little for the pen,
for the heart and soul
of a poet.


Sunrise over Lake Wanaka

Inky sky
with a tinge of pale,
lone star sparkles
and Venus
glows
her morning radiance.
Silence
broken by
tender ripples
of wave on
glassy lakeshore;
light and dark
merge;
pink glow hits
mountain peak
as sun reveals
His face
to empty sky.
Day emerges
resplendent
with potential.
All of life awakens.
I bow inside
as life
meets life
in radiant
sunrise mirror.


Human beings

Like nature
we are patterns,
light and shade,
colour and hue,
every moment
a different tone,
unless we limit
and hold
ourselves
tight
to one colour
one tune
and in so doing
fail
the unique artistry
diverse creativity
of human being
and beyond.