Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

what does it mean? (05 Mar 2011)

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this time people died

I want to turn to the sages
the crones of astrology
the priestesses of druidry
the kaumatua of Maori

and ask for an explanation

what does all this mean?
I know they won’t take
the trauma away

I know they won’t offer
a panacea of words
but as I look in their direction

and they point me back
to mine, I see they have left
a little clue

today; a picture of a massive ice shelf
broke off Aoraki mountain.

It looks like a crystal.

* [related poems: tag:earthquake] *

One Comment

  1. Very compelling. I liked your imagery and the depth of pain of the earthquake is staggering. Thanks

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