Thursday, July 10, 2003
I am a little surprised by how much of an attachment (despite all that has happened in the personal life) I have formed to Broken Hill in 6 months. I guess it isn't too much of a surprise, really: it's a place of warm hearted people that have welcomed me into their groups, complete lack of traffic hassles, huge desert spaces and glorious skies. If we could import a nice stretch of coastline and bring it a bit closer to NZ, it would be perfect, really.
But anyway, I had a literary/arty time on the weekend that has just been. I enjoyed the Poets in the Pub, and as well as reading some of my poems, gave them a taste of the great NZ poet Hone Tuwhare. The writer's group presented me with two poems they had written - I had tears in my eyes. No one's really written a poem about me before. Here's the first:
Oriental Tiki
You wander lonely as a Long White Cloud
Across the Great Western Isle
You ended up in Broken Hill
But could only stay a short while
You live your life by metric days
One hundred hours in each
Seen desert sights that sore amaze
Yet still yearn for the beach
You yoyo to the Eastern shore
Whose oceans froth and foam
To gaze out through Sol’s morning door
Where Tasman tides head home
You shared your life and thoughts with us
At times that must have been a trial
You made a difference, not a fuss
Through your poetry and smile
Always clever often cheeky
Always on call never pissed
You’re our Oriental Tiki
You’ll be very deeply missed
Geoff Sanders(with permission).
Piokiwi 7:24 pm
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