Kathryn Hayward - Nathan country : New Zealand bio: Born Valentines Day 1968 to Ngapuhi, Poroti & Te Uri O Hau, Pouto. No rural upbringing for me. "Townie" I would be best described. But my mother tryed her hardest to accomodate our cultural needs, as our father did for our work ethics. I am no scholar, I achieved reading and writing from school & everything else from life experience. I love to write poetry, songs & stories, I should write more than I do. I have 3 children and a husband I adore, who supports me silently. We live on a livestock farm in rural Northland, New Zealand. I have milked cows and seen more shit than a psychiatrist!. I have worked with children on a project to beautify the local primary school, by completing two murals. I have been published in BlackMailPress and Poetry Downunder.
All it takes is a Whakaaro - Just a thought - to inspire, to motivate, to create.
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Just for one moment
A moment in time Sitting in a chair Surrounded with ; by, conversation. When all I could see were Trifids on the other side of the glass, waving in the wind & looking at me.
I straight away think of you. 'cause I haven't got you, to tell it to.
Depth of sound
Pondering thought Arguements How it feels to hold it relief when it is out & it's life in the middle.
A giant volcano lets itself go Fire burns out past lungs Through the tunnel of endless consumption Hitting the swinging trapeze Rolled out on a rippled blanket of flesh To be exposed
It is not the words itself said It's the depth & sound of the fire within
Just like any other day
winds rush through tall grass echoes of birds cries songs sang by bees flying a black cat sleeps always to be interupted
clothes come alive on wires the ocean breaks the silence locust chat as the sun comes out to play
the dog stretches making his way to sleep only to be disturbed by curiousity a humming sound 'don't come any closer' & with that, dog takes his leave a bone now has his undivided attention
cat sleeps, dog gnaws, birds sing, wind blows, washing drys just like, any other day
Close to Steve, I love you
I lay in our bed Leg wrapped around yours Arm twisted round your neck Hand holding your head Face resting on your chest Can hear your heart beat I feel the warmth of you You so strong, you weaken me Our love surrounds us For I am joined to you not by sex, not by words; but by souls Let them be awakened & let them play, hold hands and lay close Poets that are blocked by hate are inspired by love
Wishing on a wind
Wishing on a wind I try break my hopelessness, my forgetfulness, my selfishness, 'cause of you , I am me, is that a different me, before you I see?
Wishing on a wind there is fire, there is flames together we ignite, apart we are only flint, a spark, a dim light between the clouds.
Wishing on a wind I cry this distance that holds us, has kept us this close and still I wonder what time holds for us & so let my kiss be carried to you by the wind I wish upon.
Writing Secrets of Love
Our passion alludes me yet it suspends me am i preoccupied & unfocused. Speak to me in promises & I can tell your future. My Optimism is yours
You sweep me, as the uncertainty makes me float, my body I give, my mind, unbalanced at times; of silence.
Unleash the hidden, which binds us then we are free to fall. I close my eyes. Kiss me twice and let us live.
