Thirst II

I am penned / pent
like water damned
& pushing the walls /
the fighting ghosts
of oceans collected
together & storming

Ranginui licked the salt up
from Tangaroa’s rolling belly
& said he was thirsty
wanted a drink now
asked me to bring it to him
a cup to drink from

but my tongue crouched
against the roof of my mouth too

& Papa’ held her arms up
dry cracked at the end of summer
& singing out for a piece of sky

Copyright © 2010 Miriam Barr


CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Miriam Barr is from the Far North and lives in Auckland.  Her poems have been published in Landfall, JAAM, Poetry NZ, Black Mail Press and other places.  She is a performance poet with The Literatti and was creative director of the group for three years (2007-2010).  She works as a mental health promoter for Like Minds, Like Mine and is service director for Engage Aotearoa.

Muddle

I am knotted

we all are
sometimes
finding ourselves
in a muddle
EM Forster
wrote whole
books about it
the way in which
we undo ourselves
always looking
for a view
but looking
in the wrong
direction
we want
so much of
something else
sometimes
we forget
to let
ourselves
arrive where
we are
& of course
if we never
arrive
we can never
leave

Copyright © 2010 Miriam Barr


CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Miriam Barr is from the Far North and lives in Auckland.  Her poems have been published in Landfall, JAAM, Poetry NZ, Black Mail Press and other places.  She is a performance poet with The Literatti and was creative director of the group for three years (2007-2010).  She works as a mental health promoter for Like Minds, Like Mine and is service director for Engage Aotearoa.

five silver linings

#1
I get better & better
at building bridges
& finding ways

I am bendy & I have
bricks in me / special tools
for sourcing flecks of light
when they have been hiding.

# 2
we are closer.

your eccentricities
make sense to me.

#3
this zigzag thinking /
my fertile mind
/ all the things
that can live there /
be born
& grown
& koro / curl around
all long-limbed
& magical there.

#4
I feel things
there’s no Tir Na Nog
situation here
I feel things –
the shape
& colour
the glint
of things

some thoughts
are like wind
on my face

today, the street stretches out
villa-lined before me
the Waitakere’s strong arm
holds the horizon
like a lover
in the distance
& I am
moving homeward
I can see

it is sometimes like I have no edges
& everything beautiful
moves right through me.

# 5
inventor/detective-eye
magnifier-mind
is useful
sometimes

to sew
shoes
like
yours
to
stand in
when I
need
them

/

to make
things
loud
enough
for me
to hear
them sing.

Copyright © 2010 Miriam Barr


CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Miriam Barr is from the Far North and lives in Auckland.  Her poems have been published in Landfall, JAAM, Poetry NZ, Black Mail Press and other places.  She is a performance poet with The Literatti and was creative director of the group for three years (2007-2010).  She works as a mental health promoter for Like Minds, Like Mine and is service director for Engage Aotearoa.