On the hill

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with a smile she slices
a path in the grass for the wind —
a machete of ice
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pic & poem rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0

A NOTE: Yesterday I strode up to the Mt Victoria lookout to prepare for a whole day at the New Zealand International Festival, four consecutive films. It was bracing! and at the top, a City Council worker was cutting the grass, and clearly enjoying herself.

Morning pages

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shadow on the page
I am relaxed
about giving this a go

nobody depends on me
and mundane chores
matter as much as inspiration

drop the hierarchy of jobs
yet some bring joy
I starve when they go ago

it’s a process to pause and notice
right now ‘cos dot dot dot
I stopped writing

I don’t like rushing ahead
I prefer to stop halfway
I need to think


pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

(Found in morning pages, free writing a la The Artist’s Way)

 

Heart of world

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heart of light
blue light
white fur a shimmer and shelter

dark and dazzle
erupt and jostle
so strong, so long, so longing

benign your spirit
stays and stays
beyond all fair and reason

in a thousand years we’ll get it
serve you, save you
if we can


Do you have better words for this desperate feeling?

When I saw these clouds, they instantly summoned lines from Gerard Manly Hopkins’ poem “God’s Grandeur”— I know my words will never come within cooee of his:

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

 

Listening

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I can’t think
with that man talking
and talking and talking
about ethics
and how your clients love you
when you listen.

I can’t think
with that other man
listening and listening
and smiling and nodding
and sometimes
saying Yes.


pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-3.0

I wonder what you think about when you read this poem…