NaPoMo NZ Day 4 - Reflection

[just mercedes]

 
Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month NZ. 


Topic 04: Write a poem inspired by a mirror, reflecting surface, or a reflection. Maybe Coprosma repens - Wikipedia undefined
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coprosma_repens
 
Coprosma repens is a species of flowering shrub or small tree of the genus Coprosma, in the family Rubiaceae, native to New Zealand. Common names include tree bedstraw, taupata, mirror bush, looking-glass bush, New Zealand laurel and shiny leaf.
 
or https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjQ8q3fr9XWAhULVLwKHXdHDKMQjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.huffingtonpost.com%2Fminube%2Fthe-21-most-spectacular-l_b_5471994.html&psig=AOvVaw03mt4DDmcod3bwDhXlnsMG&ust=1507151698292528
 
or https://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/LocationPh...sland.html
 
or anything at all you reflect upon, Kiwi-ish.
 
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more
 

[Todd]

The Mirror Lakes of Milford Sound

Death did not die here.
Immortality drowned.
Its face pockmarked
by a rain-scarred surface.
On days like today, the wind
is a crystal chime,
and the waters a bead of glass
blown from a mandrel.
Peer into the depths
and you might see
the crushed hand of God.

[just mercedes]

Stunning, Todd. That final line rocks.

[Todd]

Thanks Mercedes. The NZ emphasis has created a fun challenge on these.

[CRNDLSM]

I can't see the other side
of the round earth, headed in
the same direction, likely
doing the same thing, sleeping in
while I hunker down, like we
aren't really hours apart. In
one plane, 2D, like they lied.
Like they've been lying to us our entire lives.

[just mercedes]

Reflections
 
Coprosma twinks and glitters in the breeze
as if transmitting messages in code
about the warmer sunshine up the road
or just how many tuis use the tree
 
or maybe it’s just counting up the wrens
who flit within the tangled canopy,
statistic-keeping, showing 'Vacancies'
or ‘No room here, they’ve over-built their dens.’
 
The keruru don’t land there, no wing-room
for fat and clumsy pigeons; Move along,
you’re holding up the traffic - leave a song
and call again when flowers set as food.
 
The breezes drop, the lights fall still, and shine
a constant invitation - Haere Mai!
 

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CRNDL - ouch. That last line is bleak.

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High on the Milford Road

I drown in clouds
that filled Mirror Lake
when mountains fell into it.
Or, did they grow
out of the water, climbing
into the sky to dry off?
Trout fry flick up the cliffs,
darting through them as well,
so at home, when I lift up my eyes
it’s almost a shock, to see
there are no fish in the sky.

[Wastrel]

Sorry not to have a poem but just wanted to say amazed at what I'm reading here. So far, my favorite is the twinking Coprosma

[just mercedes]

Sorry not to have a poem but just wanted to say amazed at what I'm reading here. So far, my favorite is the twinking Coprosma

Thank you! Join in on any of the threads - don't be shy.

[Keith]

Eating Mountains at Reflections Cafe

Janet shuffles over-weight
to pour oily black
spoon standing coffee
and gives me a minute
to decide.

The dog-eared menu is stained
with rings from Tekapo's basin.
I take a sip of the table top view,
wading out from the shoreline
to float on the thin-air darkness
between, sugared southern alps.

My mouth fills with fresh melt-waters
as the sun blazes over grilled Angus,
thrice cooked potatoes, glisten
like duck stones in lakeside pools.

Janet looms over me, chewing gum.
Have you chosen yet? her pencil resting
on the manila carbon-copy pad.

I point at the Soup of the Moment
with Bread & Butter $12.00 gf
Worth every cent.

[just mercedes]

I love the preciseness of 'manila carbon-copy pad' juxtaposed with 'thin-aired darkness'

[Keith]

I love the preciseness of 'manila carbon-copy pad' juxtaposed with 'thin-aired darkness'

Thank you Merc
Really enjoying everyones work and having fun, makes me want to visit even more.
Keith

[Anna]

but,
there is something
about the resilience
to salt spray
and the green that grows
in sandy soil
or harder ones
and how the flowering shrub
can grow as much as 8 feet
get called tree


shape shifters are interesting
the blooms are here
is it spring? is it summer
is it winter the other side of the world?

[kolemath]

I Don't like Writing

about mirrors
I think of Elizabeth Allende
and some yawning symbol,
magically real.  Not
that the symbol is the issue
or Allende. I like 
both; its
that I don't want
to look
at myself
and see what else
is there,
what more
there is.
I see,
shit, fuck this line,
but what sees?
Or worse:
what isn't?
That,
friends,
is why
I avoid
mirrors.

[just mercedes]

Anna - 'shape shifters are interesting' - yes, indeed. kolemath - yours made me shiver. It doesn't take much for me to see malevolance in mirrors.