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Picton Poets have been flourishing for over 21 years an occasion celebrated by publishing a second anthology titled Impressions.
Reflections, the poet’s first anthology, was published in 2011. The group meets on the fourth Wednesday of each month at 10.30am in the Picton Library. (Sometimes a public holiday gets in the way as with Anzac day this month, so we are meeting on the 3rd Wednesday (18th April). A challenge or topic is given each month and everyone endeavors to write a poem.We also take turns in looking up our favourite poet or finding a poet we like and doing a little research on the poet and poem to bring along for discussion.It is always surprising that each poem on the same given topic for our monthly challenge can be so different. Every poet has their ‘own voice’. We are a friendly bunch and look forward to meeting new or potential members. Why not come along and check us out. Perhaps you have always wanted to have a go at writing poetry… or you have been secretly stashing poems away in a drawer? Picton Poets in the NewsFor more than two decades, their prose has helped spark imaginations and bring words to life. The Picton Poets have seen their work published across New Zealand. Now the group of talented wordsmiths are joining together to create a special anniversary edition of poems.
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4th Wednesday of the month 10.30 to 12noon Picton Library 
Picton Poets
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Featured Poem
Lust
I so loved
the consuming taste of your kisses
delicious, sensual
rituals of desire on country tracks
celebrations in cities
luxury enfolded in a warm blanket of trust
I depended on you, existed for you.
Until I woke, read the signs
scales fell from my eyes
I had danced with a demon
of venomous dis-ease
angry I didn't see
your plan of destruction
more addictive than heroin
this toxic dependence.
Since giving you up - sugar
I'm actually happier.
Mary Howan
I so loved
the consuming taste of your kisses
delicious, sensual
rituals of desire on country tracks
celebrations in cities
luxury enfolded in a warm blanket of trust
I depended on you, existed for you.
Until I woke, read the signs
scales fell from my eyes
I had danced with a demon
of venomous dis-ease
angry I didn't see
your plan of destruction
more addictive than heroin
this toxic dependence.
Since giving you up - sugar
I'm actually happier.
Mary Howan
Five Shades of PinkDelicate in my palm
blush pink rose pink peachy pink salmon pink lilac pink colours of the sky after the sun has bid farewell blended paint box shades hue upon hue the secret inside of a very plain shell I replace it away from the lacy edged shore ragged where it snags on the rocks - now the shades are brighter translucent wavelets stir the colour gently brushing with perfect rippled strokes Joyce Elwood-Smith Eat with your earsBroccoli cheddar quinoa bites
chunky monkey morning muesli ginger lemon feta linguine honey garlic stuffed eggplant krispy baked potato tacos low carb cauliflower pot pies moreish mushroom rice risotto paleo pizza crust sushi and avocado salad vegan Buddha bowl Wendy’s frosty skinny shake zoodle noodle pad thai. © Julie Kennedy June topic: Holistic – a List poem Copied from ‘Healthy’ recipes seen on website ‘Pinterest’ – note use of alliteration in recipe names to encourage consumption! Apparently it works for children too! |
Punakaiki
Punakaiki, hear the surf roar see the foam go bounding high smell the bush scents damp and sweet feel the warm breeze kiss my cheek Stroll the beach and touch the sand bare feet drawn into the waves splashing, squelching like a free child heedless of my dampening clothes Find a huge rock, lie there baking drying clothes and skin and hair snoozing, dreaming as the time goes waiting, waiting for the sunset Majestic orb drops smoothly downwards sky and ocean gather sunbeams red and orange, yellow, ochre in the day’s triumphant show Now it’s gone, the day is finished darkness falls so swift and sure campsite beckons, bed is welcome drift to sleep, serene, secure Tent surrounded with the surf roar once to the side, real and constant twice to that side, cliff face echoes double pleasure, double awe Mary Hopwood |
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How Solid the Land forms Here
How solid the land forms here how every feature captures and defines the existing moment hills and valleys, islands, inlets, rivers, waterways and Sounds. In the channel the tide forces the water into a strait that churns and heaves past rocks whose only indication is seaweed, in a sailing boat or if the motor cuts, there is no hope-- only the skill of captain and navigator can save the craft, the sea-going crew. And yet in the sheltered bays you can hear the waves gently murmuring on the tide line where land meets water-- each wave lingering, lingering turning in upon itself turning in upon itself. © Julie Kennedy |
Grass and Night Wind
No age at all your body has, For you are the bending toi-toi, or that other grass The spirits tied in knots for us To follow by as they Went north towards Te Reinga and the whirling Gulf of air and water. I perhaps Am the wind who comes at night to shake those blades Chafing them into Music of a kind. I do not know What age your body is, because I did not wonder - 'Is she old or young?' - Or any such condition on the day We met in that strange garden at The centre of the world; only that Without grief, each through each, We are all that the lost have been. James K Baxter (from collected poems of James K Baxter) |
