Friday, October 2, 2009

Samoa mon amour


Tusitala

RLS: his visits
to the islands
were 'less reality
than dream'

these islands
slumber on
at dawn -
a cool time

before the sun
cuts itself
free
to soar

the little
islands are
canoes we
pass

hulls
spilling
out
fruit

so
full
of
people


Tiavi Falls

Call it a bluff
we stand on
the edge
of,

perching
on
the
rail

pretending
not to be
skimming
surfaces

swift white
birds
honey eaters
ferns

of course the
mist
the water
falling

but most
of all
the
silence

1 comment:

Mary McCallum said...

lovely poems! PC I did the same thing on my blog and I don't often put poems up... scroll down...