Poetry in Motion

I want my life to be a piece of poetry. Some times poetry is happy.  Sometimes poetry is sad or angry. Sometimes poetry is stupid and frivoulous and funny.  Sometimes poetry is deep and poignant. Sometimes poetry flows like a river off your tongue and through your soul.  Sometimes poetry is choppy, out of rhythm, [...]

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In Other Words

For some reason, I’m a little bit in love with this poem.  Would love your feedback. Me, In Other Words In other words, an Other’s words can show more self than self in silence – a thousand sepia memories fade in face of single sequin couplet from agéd pen of men long dead but more [...]

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Wellington-Self

Given my current circumstances, this seems like an appropriate public debut of my poetry.  I wrote it last time I came home to Wellington for a holiday in July, before having to head back to my then-life in Auckland.  I will resist the urge to provide a commentary on it just now… although it will [...]

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The Wheel Change

The following is one of my favourite German poems.  Although it sounds a little more melancholy than I am actually feeling right now, it still captures a curious sense of something that I identify with: Der Radwechsel – Bertolt Brecht Ich sitze am Strassenhang Der Fahrer wechselt das Rad. Ich bin nicht gerne, wo ich herkomme. [...]

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