18 Apr 2014 2 Comments
in poetry Tags: alive, Hawaii, light, Maunaloa, mist, mountain, myth, NaPoWriMo, path, photography, reality, stone
Pull Over,
And walk twenty yards
From the highway.
Myth is alive,
Movement rustling in darkness,
Light seeping from clouds,
A slight breeze,
A dancing Lehua blossom
Swaying unseen,
An unbeaten path,
A stone throw
from the known.
We are divorced from what’s real,
Believing in our own superiority,
And have we forgotten our relations?
The stone, the moss, the mist, the mountain,
All waiting for us to return home.
10 Aug 2013 1 Comment
in poetry Tags: death, Hawaii, kealakekua bay, life, love, place, transformation
There is an oasis from the heat
Where rubbled pathway leads to shade
And withering grass turns
to damp undergrowth for comfort.
That upward winding climb of transformation,
one step at a time,
From the bottom lands of ancient death
And pinnacles of sordid history,
To the cool air of respite, hope,
And joyful laughter,
head-tipped and rippling,
shouting out into the Universe
in deep gulps,
where every moment here,
is the perfect place to be,
A mimic of eternal grace
roots, bark, leaves
on breath, on skin,
In eyes light space of solace
calling me home,
over and over again.
Where once a navigator died,
still yet, another lives.
22 Jun 2013 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: Aotearoa, canoes, Hawaii, Ka Lae, Ka`u, land, migration, New Zealand, Pacific Islands, South Point, stones, strength, survival, wa`a
They came out of the deep void,
Prows pointing north in embryonic fluid,
Connecting east and west, time and space
To Ka Lae, a place where the universe converges.
They came with tongues swaggering with heat, and bodies aching,
Bringing with them stones from the bones of the earth,
Prostrating to the unforgiving land,
Laying down their gifts.
Lovingly, they greeted her lacerating winds,
And gratefully, endured her Keawe thorns,
Some planting feet in dust, and sand, and stone,
Where Gods and Goddesses once roamed,
And made their home beside the sea,
While others with umbilical cords rooted in Ka`u
Charged forth into the Universe in great canoes
From ancient tidal pools of changing times and stone warriors,
Leaving mythic tales behind in seven wakes,
Under the guidance of a celestial vision
Carried stones wrapped carefully with love
for the final journey home,
To a place they had never seen before.
©KKLE June 20, 2013
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