I have got poem mail!
I invited the students to send me poems after my workshop recently. Here are a few that arrived in my mailbox (my gmail account shut down for 3 or 4 days so things went haywire! Half my mail has gone missing).
I was especially delighted to see the strong detail and the attention to sound.
Thank you. I so loved my time with you.
Holes that could break ankles
Wind chilling your spine
Parents getting frustrated
Place of friendship and teamwork
By Jack Y8
Basketballs bounce in counter rhythm
Over aggressive play
Sour smell of overheated bodies
Jousting sharp elbows
By Wade Y8
The snarling waves swallowed
the once calm sea, and attacked the debris-covered
sand. There is no way to escape this hunting beast
that sooner or later will send me to my watery grave.
Demolition to the max
Flipping and smacking agents, the wall
The best place to be
Smoking engines, tiers flying
Heart pounding, pumping racing
The future me
Shouting squeals echoed here,
Sparkling water lapped
Pohutukawa trees watched
The dock invited
I smile- remembering.
I now see breezy ghosts
It’s us – me and friends.
We’re like a distorted photograph.
Reality fades back now
Pohutukawa trees sway
The dock awaits
Dull water calms.
I’m glad that all happened.
Blue, white and black
Nature’s potion surrounds
Sitting, watching and burning
Ripples of heat undulate
Drifting, calling and dancing
Foreign waves collide
Laughing, screaming and sprinting
Hearts pulse with the ocean
Scuttling legs, piercing pincers,
Armoured bodies, hidden beneath dark crevasses,
Rushing waves, salty weeds,
Murky water, concealing fishy deeds,
Grained sand, warmed marble,
Oyster catchers nesting, letting out their high piercing warble,
Tuatua, mussels, both shelled well,
One resides under wave while the other prefers rock,
Fixed to its home by an unbeatable lock,
Wind scarred dunes, mottled by grass,
green like the seaweed, shining like glass,
Sun on the waves, orange and yellow,
Into the sunset, as the tide turns mellow.
The stars shone like fire
The rich blue night sky
The sand on my feet
The lights from the band
The smell: burgers and chips
The sounds: a sweet melody
The taste: a rich happiness
The dunes: a Te Henga shape