This Friday’s poem chose itself while I was browsing in a bookshop yesterday. It’s by Hone Tuwhare and comes from Oooooo……!!! published by Steele Roberts.
(In case you’re wondering I bought the book).
Meander, but trap the meaning
of your thoughts, on paper
For reasons
I cannot say
nor state
nor overcome, a tendency
vague, nor infer an abandoned modesty, to
have them
cast in stone? No.
No…no…no! And to you,
Fate, a double, ‘no-no’ –
which in Maori, means
‘arse-holes’ (nono)
to
you,
Fate! And to my
hand, unfalteringly –
I say: Go! Go for it! Let
your writing-wrist
flex, curve lovingly, making easy-going words of magic
– on the paper. Yea!
– Hone Tuwhare –