Too beautiful—a sometimes haiku

Big pohutukawa tree in front of a still blue harbour, yachts, and two humans talking in the sun
Photo of blue boat houses, calm water, yachts, houses on a hill
Wellington harbour in autumn

Sometimes the beauty
of my home world
is too big to bear

Big pohutukawa tree in front of a still blue harbour, yachts, and two humans talking in the sun
All my life this planet has been a people playground. Starting from scratch, who could have imagined a home town as perfect as this?

Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0

Feel the green

listen to the riroriro*
twinkle over spring
feel the green beyond the tarmac
feel the green

Green hill, green bush, green tree

 

*riro riro: grey warbler

World: just the words

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For the first time, I’ve just recorded a poem for this blog, Poems in the Wild. But it’s not a poem, it’s a song, spoken, so it sounds kind of strange. This is one of the songs in Shaky Places, which will be performed on Saturday 12 November in Auckland by the Auckland Youth Choir. (Yay, by the way!) I can’t rightly record any of the other lyrics in Shaky Places, which is a suite of New Zealand poems set to music by Felicia Edgecombe — they’re wonderful, but not mine own. Luckily, World is what it’s all about.

Now, how do I do this…?

Recording of World, written and read by Rachel McAlpine

Oh, I did it. My iPhone SE, Griffin’s iTalk app, iTunes, and WordPress made that so easy, I may do it again some day. Better, I hope.

 

 

 

World

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World

Stone, rain, sea, hill —
they have their way, they have their say.
Wind has a goal, tree has a will.
Sing the ceiling of starlight and sunlight,
and sing the feeling of sandhill and tussock
and cloud, sky, wood, clay, world.

Work, watch, love, save.
Here is the time, now is the place.
See what we have, see what we’ve lost.
Sing the colours of thunder and sunrise,
and sing the shimmer of bellbird and blackbird
and moon, lake, tree, day, world.

Blue, gold, red, green
melt in our eyes, wake up the day,
mix up the night, violet and grey.
Sing the circle of trumpets and colours,
and sing the silver of dreamers and lovers,
and stone, rain, cloud, clay, world.

Dark, day, fire, hail.
Here is the time, now is the place.
They have their will, they have their way.
Sing the measure of solstice and winter,
and sing the seasons of stretching and waiting,
and sea, moon, rain, sand, world.

~ Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0


NOTE: “World” is one of 14 New Zealand poems in the song cycle Shaky Places.

Video of Capital Choir performing the song composed by Felicia Edgecombe