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December and the squeeze of family berating me for my endeavours. I am a foolish boy, too filled with hormones and joie de vivre to ever make sense of obligation. Why do you say I dream too much? Surely, this is all we are: dried blood upon footsteps scarpering up the shelves of Tongariro. You remember how it took four hours to get up, and only two to get down. You remember how breathlessly bored I was, awaiting the rest of our party. There I was, a wasp, a termite, a disbelieving stranger amongst tourists. There I was, afraid to go home. It's December and I am in flux. In January, it will be much the same. In February, I could be in Fiji, notwithstanding the political mess between our two countries. Here is where my home is: between bulb and stamen and freshly turned earth. Here is where my heart is: between wave and fin and underwater infernos. Here is where I start to believe in playing this game. Here is kauri and moss and the stretched canvas of forgotten oblivion. ____________________________________________________________ |
Amazing poetry !| Posted on 2009-02-15 00:00:00 | by col13x | [ Reply to This ] | Dear Jeezus, this is simply fantastic. | I love the reality of it, how you move us through these frames of your life and remembrances... how you take us forward in the last paragraph, It's December and I am in flux. In January, it will be much the same. I've been stomping through teenage angst and black darkness and woeful clichés for a solid week now, it's like finding paradise between 2 bushes, to come to this piece of art. Thank you!!!!!!!!! | Posted on 2009-01-07 00:00:00 | by SmokinG | [ Reply to This ] | . | to expand; in accounting, the decimal place is key to unlocking the mysteries. --------------------------- i do love the structure of this piece and the intimate story of experiences shared with loved ones... (i did say i was 'bout to get ready for work? best i could do on short notice ![]() love ya, b | Posted on 2009-01-06 00:00:00 | by biska | [ Reply to This ] | its always an education whenever i come and read what you write. i don't think i could ever get tired of learning... | i have never trekked the Tongariro path...... though i have walked many miles though beautiful landscapes with good friends. ... funnily enough not with family. most of my relatives prefer to park the car and eat their picnic a stone's throw of the carpark. i don't really have much in common with my family.... but they demand obligations which may be the reason why i was the black sheep for so many years. walking with nerds isn't much fun either. i once made the fatal mistake of joining a walking group when i was at university. i can remember being breathlessly bored within minutes. so really treasure those friends that you can enjoy doing what you love with! i can see why you might be in a flux in december if you are being put under pressure (not nice) though i am fascinated to learn why you might be in Fiji come february ? i love how you describe where your home is: between bulb and stamen and freshly turned earth. and where your heart is: between wave and fin and underwater infernos. perhaps because i can most relate to feeling like that myself. i have, looked up the Kauri, because it does not grow here in blighty (!) and i am glad that i did. what a fantastic tree. i have also looked up Barrier Island .. and leave here knowing a little more about this amazing planet. i am sorry that you sometimes feel the squeeze ... please note that your 'joie de vivre' , that some may believe you have in excessive quantities, reverberates around this globe and fills a great number of us with a considerable amount of joy and hope for the future. so it can't be all bad. All the very best Jase for a whizz bang of another new year! J | Posted on 2009-01-03 00:00:00 | by Alter idem | [ Reply to This ] | |