Author: Waltman Wither

I see your whirlpools, darling I can see them now the blue and green and between those colours I understand now, these currents I can see your whirlpools, baby I can see the deep ache, sweetheart upon your weathered smile the weight above your eyes turmoil, like sunken treasure, way down deep that you have protected…

she whispers from the black depths of our Whanganui her face visible below the surface of the waters the Pā tuna and her voice creating eddies contrary to the sacred flow that is te ao-mārama she promises to embrace and protect me just as the Hīnaki embraces the eel haere mai, haere mai ki toku…

I see your whirlpools, darling I can see them now the blue and green and between those colours I understand now, these currents I can see your whirlpools, baby I can see the deep ache, sweetheart upon your weathered smile the weight above your eyes turmoil, like sunken treasure, way down deep that you have protected…

the godforsaken space between these once stout stalwart walls made this place a supine home amidst a supine sea of supine men in dowdy supine rows this tricky beam this doves white down thrust through did I fall or did I dive to get away from you our core once hallowed now hollowed these empty…

The road, this limitless… Narratives and liturgies behind me Ahead, sagas and parables yet to be learnt and wisely told Along salient asphalt grooves Past pinkish white apache plume Warm wall sideshow of colour flirting in the corner of the room I tarry not to chance the horizon Flicking up little whirlwinds of dust I’ll…

Another late, late night I stay awake and watch TV Trying to fill the empty me Another mediocre being Background white noise fuzz And lost atop the heap I never ride the carousel the Ferris wheel Consigned to watch the lights And laughter from the dark I am the littered byways The grey mundane I…

Why be afraid …to visit melancholy’s haunt sometimes it surrounds me like a black framed marigold field confined within black thought I slumbered under the eaves …sadness she awoke me accompanied by the rain diffusing light making me focus that I might see again Take comfort friend …feel each droplet fall a touch of life…

Oh summer set this line aflame where ocean meets cloud white bobs of cotton embedded in the azure an expanse whose limits yet to be measured or subdued by Adam go on as if forever east to west would I not be ashamed of my own insignificance if I knew his breadth or where he…