| Douglas Poole NEW ZEALAND I LOVE YOU, SEE Son, I watch you engrave the shoreline with compassion: "I Love you, sea and fishes". Daughter, I watch you cradle in your arms mortality: this driftwood bird, with tears, rest it at your feet. Son, I watch you shout at the wind without fear, charging the air with wordsong. (Dedicated to my children Jarah, Waipapa and Parone-Vincent) Gardenia Planting Hawaiian Hibiscus Radican Gardenia Sister Edwina was right We were going to plant Hibiscus in the middle of your garden We planted mistakenly Gardenia "It's where She wanted it, is supposed to be there, leave it" When the Gardenia flowers with the hibiscus How the convexed Sky Blue Opens up Sun showers in the middle afternoon Come down apon my skin like a dry Hungry Desert Cracks up water veins Hibiscus Trumpet blooms wailing old stories true some superstition some dreamweaving too of the old people the Island Tualele Our village I know you have gone home to the garden of eden Where the Gardenia Hibiscus, bloom at sunset you run from tree to tree the breadfruit, mango, paw paw of your Mothers garden stealing fruit © Douglas Poole Copyright 1999 I burn Like some strange astrological sign in an ancient sky albeit strange to the naive, those worshipping a Sun, Moon and Sky triad. I soar toward it words widening a painted horizon ancient jade ancient Grey blue widening my ancient brown eyes I soar toward it worlds written a slaughtered skyline ancient red ancient copper gold I wish to become part of the bloodshed Like some strange astrological sign son of water daughter of fire some driven mad dog, loyal to his own rabid logic I burn (Dedicated to Christina and Stoneking with love 3/7/00.) Bring the flame (dedicated to Christina Conrad) Toi toi's slash the wind, of grave echoes soul echoes sorrow, this should be long buried. Beside my works of pain you found memories lost, embedded. Blood toils the soil and flesh burns fires on the seaward breeze Tangaroa lashes the shoreline. Papatuanuku mourns the separation from her lover, her lover still drapes fogs and rains around her pulls her close within. Though far removed by children torn, spurned by lovers and haters ripped, she burns, she burns, this flesh burns fires on seaward winds carry you home bring you home bring the bloodshed bring the pain bring the canvas bring the flame (With love, Doug Poole 12/6/2000) handful of flesh (Inspired by Christina Conrads Clay Icons) I feel you in my bones hear you in my eyes I feel you in my soul hear you in my tomb, come in rest, sit with me talk to me. calm this waveshrewn shoreline breathe the ocean breeze and caress the moonlit grave together we lie side by side us two, we met before on the wave shrewn shore remember we have spoken before and i have written you poetry before and i have seen your icons, you tore hand fulls of her flesh and raised the flame. I feel you in my bones hear you in my eyes I feel you in my soul hear you in my tomb. (with inspiration Doug Poole 17/6/00)
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