Day 2 of 31 Days of Writing

My favourite piece from 'No Ordinary Sun is by my so-far-favourite poet Hone Tuwhare (H-aw-neh To-pha-reh). The late Tuwhare, is one of New Zealand's greatest Maori poets, and who is by far one of the greatest in the world...in my opinion of course.

Most of his poems are from home-grown roots of New Zealand, which makes it personal for me growing up as a Maori girl in...you guessed it, New Zealand!
I also feel a connection towards Tuwhare's spiritual words and I hope you do too.

With that being said, I will leave you with this piece of art that provides healing from your 2018, and gives a sense of hope and ambition for 2019. Enjoy!

Friend

Do you remember
that wild street of land
with the lone tree guarding the point
from the sharp-tongued sea?

The fort we build out of branches
wrenched from the tree, is dead wood now.
The air that was thick with the whir of
toetoe spears succumbs at last to the
grey gull's wheel.

Oyster-studded roots
of the mangrove yield no finer feast
of silver-bellied eels, and sea snails
cooked in a rusty can.

Allow me
to mend the broken ends
of shared days :
but I wanted to say
that the tree we climbed
that gave food and drink
to youthful dreams, is no more.
Pursed to the lips her fine-edged
leaves made whistle--now stamp
no silken tracery on the cracked
clay floor.

Friend,
in this dear
dreamless time I clasp
your hand if only to reassure
that all our jewelled fantasies were
real and wore splendid rags.

Perhaps the tree
will strike fresh roots again :
give soothing shade to a hurt and
troubled world

'No Ordinary Sun' Hone Tuwhare

I do not own this poem. If the Poet's/Authors'/Family of Hone Tuwhare asks me to take this down, I most certainly will, with no hesitation

~ Destiny

P.S If you need to talk to someone about your problems and feelings, either good or bad, I'm free to talk anytime. We all have our situations to get through or are excited to tell someone. I'm here to be a friend, whether you're on the other side of the world or not.