tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398510898668811812024-02-08T03:31:33.956-08:00The Thousand Mile PoemJudithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831264589760491638noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139851089866881181.post-82256835547354708362009-06-01T20:04:00.000-07:002009-06-01T20:07:49.768-07:00Listening to LeonardI'm listening to Leonard sing<br />– there are children in the<br />morning, they are leaning out for love -<br />while two children throw plastic<br />bread ties into the sea. I want<br />to get out of my car, tell them<br />to stop then remember as a kid<br />throwing stones into my local river<br />& where would these children<br />find a pebble here where the sea<br />laps against a solid wall of rock<br />our seas must be full of plastic<br />yet the gulls, the swans, the<br />gannets still thrive – perhaps<br />in lesser numbers – but then<br />the birds have migrated to the<br />cities too, 'its a cold & very<br />lonely halleluia' on those<br />country roads dominated by<br />logging trucks & petrol tankers<br />thrumming deep into the icy<br />night disturbing the sleep<br />of tiny creatures, leaving diesel<br />fumes coating the trees & nests<br />we reclaim the cities, plant<br />natives & exotics, birds<br />flourish in new numbers, imitate<br />our alarm clocks & telephones<br />accompany us into our houses<br />& the children lean that way<br />forever & I'll keep touching<br />your perfect body with my mindJudithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831264589760491638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139851089866881181.post-34654268868937434352009-05-19T17:38:00.000-07:002009-06-05T00:48:18.418-07:00I wandered lonelyI wandered lonely, not as a cloud<br />but a woman of many<br />lights through a prism<br />my pink, the underside of my tongue<br />the blue vein down my arm - my Waikato<br />gold flecks of light in my eyes<br />waiting for you my child - flying in<br />from half a world away<br />bringing the next generation<br />whom I may not see, only feel<br />as another heartbeat in your belly<br />My lover lies like an angel in my bed<br />I turn away wanting something else<br />the nameless, niggling of a distant memoryJudithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831264589760491638noreply@blogger.com1