Otata 46
Otata 46
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before dawn
before dawn
stillborn day
enlightenment
awakensa cockroach scuttles
to a drone attack
from the glare
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deep night vigil
deep night vigil
sounds within
a flightless bird
the sounds without
rises within
something slips
in-between -
flitter-winged
flitter-winged
in a blink
a butterfly beyond
the beginning of time
our here & now
pinpointed
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Otaki Beach
Otaki Beach
mythic chant
the cosmic silence
stillness roaming about
roaring within words
lonely places
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Silent Live Stream
As I stroll along the banks of the Waikanae River, it becomes clear to me that the making of a poem is also the process of translating a pre-verbal phenomenon into an idiom that changes one's perception both of the phenomenon and of the language used to evoke it. Patterning words into poems has become for me an act of language-making that strains towards the unique utterance of what has hitherto been outside the apparent purview of language.a mosquitowhat is
not yetleaps
the lengthpierces
my heartof our
caresseswith
its absence -
the art of haiku boils down to this
the art of haiku boils down to this
shadows
a toothless old man
emerging
from the fogsucking marrow
while light dies
from the skeleton
of words -
to be
to be
not to be
traces
of swan-glidea tomorrow
slashed in water
that never ends
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vespers
vespers with
ancient chants
breath wisps of
conjuring faith
aspirations
in my own tongue
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winter ends
winter ends
lingering darkness
my wisps
of wordsmagpies question
to clouds,
a birdthe dawn chorus
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wolf hour
wolf hour
drizzle-drench day
black swans
drift betweencold
cuts in keenersleep
and non-sleepthan a sword
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words
words
which embodya universe
our
very selvesedging to the precipice
in screams
of nownesswhere words
wave back