Writing in Whangarei

Under a long moon – piet nieuwland

under a long moon

evening weaves into the white blood of stars

the escalading light you are

is carried by micaceous fireflies

your eyes are a lapis lazuli ocean kissed by foam

the bird of the morning wind

sings the dialects of your limbs

and in a valley bubbling with sunlight raining

the frenzied dance of heat is bluer than scarlet


One response

  1. ralph lawrence

    A message for Piet!
    Your poems just get better and better old friend, the pen is always mightier than the sword!

    April 8, 2011 at 8:05 am

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