Here are 2 poems that I've selected with books on sale this Saturday at the Mangere Bridge's mini book fair starting at 1 - 3.30 pm. We also each have a slot to read our works or to talk about our writing. I'll see how it goes and will probably read out some poetry including the following which readers are most welcome to review and comment on...
What’$
it like in Your World?
What’$
it like in Your World?
where
money $peaks it$ mind
and
violence is the friction of
rubbing
note$ together
You
po$$e$$ magnificent magazine palace$ of
Exqui$itely
$culptured lawn$
and
coiffured tre$$e$
those
$cenic height$ that $pan a panoramic view
As
Your $leek wheel$
glide
pa$t
i
inhale your du$t
Do
You see me?
in
my cardboard box?
(c) Helen Tau'au Filisi 2016
Unconditional Love
He leaves
the porch light on
every night
waiting, hoping – forgiving.
She ran
away, looking for brighter city lights.
He is
hopeful and awaits her journeys end.
* *
*
An open
grenade lands in a campsite
about to
explode – others duck for cover.
He dives on
it, braced to take the impact
and
receives a medal in risking his life for others.
* *
*
He lies
next to her, she doesn’t recognize him.
He squeezes
her wrinkled hand reassuringly.
“In
sickness and in health,” he whispers and sleeps.
Her
bewildered face softens with a tear.
* *
*
A fire has
disfigured her.
“I do,” he
says and slips a ring on her thumb. No digits.
She smiles.
“I do too.”
He steadies
her and kisses where lips once were.
* *
*
She feels
the impact of the bullet.
Dying in
the line of duty,
piercing
what was meant for her partner.
He cradles
her with an angry cry, wishing he could take her place.
* *
*
He kisses
the bald head where silken hair once grew.
“You are
more beautiful now than ever before.”
She forgets
the treatment and brings his hand to her wet cheek.
“And so are
you my love, and so are you.”
* *
*
She visits
him incarcerated, fortnight Wednesdays.
A glass
panel separates them. They sit.
“I am so
sorry mum.” His eyes plead in silence.
“You are
still my son,” she replies with a gentle smile.
* *
*
She almost
lost her life with the last one.
“Don’t
abort – no matter what!” She tells him.
Her life
hangs in the balance, as his love for their baby to be.
She takes
his hand to feel the tiny kicks in her belly.
* *
*
“I’ll never
do it again,” he pleads.
She’s heard
it so many times before.
She takes
the kids and calls for help.
He gets
help and he never does it again.
* * *
(c) Helen Tau'au Filisi 2016
* * *
(c) Helen Tau'au Filisi 2016
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