The Interconnectedness
The interconnectedness
Of particles in space
And the entire
Human race
We don’t know
What we don’t know
But the answers
That we seek
Seem so unimportant
And fundamentally, weak
Chasing rainbows
Made of dust
We don’t know
What we don’t know
But we’re comforted
At night
By a growing suspicion
That we’re right
We build walls and plant flags
And make plans to annihilate
For the love of our children
We teach them to hate
Mirrors of flesh
Reflect our own eyes
Where destiny and fate
And all existence collide
Flights of fancy
Superiority
Take root
In enchanted
Mediocrity
We just
Don’t
Get it
Yet, we all have a place
In this Universe of being
And in all its amazing grace
Carry on, carry on
Wounded warriors who fight
For the love of the day
And the wake of the night
Through ages and time
And deep down inside
Wairua and soul
And all knowing resides
Awaken, awaken
Descendants of all
Who have been but the mothers
Of all who were born
Earth, please be patient
While we learn to reside
With peace and with kindness
Put ambition aside
Intrinsically wrapped
Together
In Earth’s womb
Stars flicker encouragement
By the face of the moon
And all rhythms are easy
Wisely conducting the show
There’s more to be reaped
Than the seeds that we sow
Turn inward sometimes
Trust your gut and your heart
In the twinkling of a lifetime
So much we can start
Soul that is whole
And peace that resides
Knows all truth
And all lies
And the wisdom of tides
Can we go back, go back
Just stop and be still
Rest in the arms that
Have held us until
Now is the hour
We’ve lost touch with so much
In the busy of work and the
Schedule of rush
Look at each other
And see our reflection
See similar burdens
And the exact same perfection
And when to the dirt
And the ground we return
May we delight in the love
And the light that we learned
Image: Kariotahi Beach
Photography & poetry
Copyright Rosie
Opposites Attract
Opposites Attract
Where whirlwind
And gentle breeze collide
One intensifies
While the other must subside
Though waves crash
Against a rigid land
Some union is formed
In the shifting of sand
Night gives up
Its dark silhouettes
Sun defines for a while
What the night can’t forget
To and fro, and give and take,
Round and round
Quiet solitude plays tag
With crescendo of sound
Solid, yet agreeing
To defer and meet half-way
A season takes its breath
While another has their say
Alike in ways not obvious
Just the ways that matter most
Anchored, surely in the ground
The tree, the rootstock, the post
Opposites – not opposites
Profound and innate
Attract in the way they do
By will, design and by fate
Copyright Rosie
Hungry
Hungry
Said the ant
As he explored
Ahead of the pack
Hungry
Said the horse
Cantering down
To his haystack
Hungry
Said the dog
Tail wagging
Expectant face
Hungry
Said the Christian
Head bowed
And saying grace
Hungry
Said the night
I can hardly
Last this through
Hungry
Said the Universe
I’m holding on
For you!
Feeding
As we need
And giving
For those who won’t
Feeding
What we have
Making provision
For those who don’t
Leave our seed
To sow
Old fashioned
Though we appear
Leave our seed
And land
In the hands
Of those who share
Copyright Rosie
Milky Way
I hung a picture on the wall
A chance to frame my life as well
In the colours and shapes
However beheld
The me they are trying to tell
Got a dog to sit for a bit
Fragile gaze from dog to girl
Mistaken for comprehension
Truth be told
It was hard to tell
Made a meal and left a cake unbaked
Cleaned in case guests visit
Music and lyrics borrowed
To occupy my mind
But is it?
Restless recollections
Unravelling the plot
Getting a sense of who I am
An understanding and a respect
For who I am not
And as the day simmers to a close
I know more than I did before
Not nearly enough though, still
So I breath and eat and sleep
And hope to learn much more
Wrapped in paisley and warm
Satellites held hostage instead
To a course they could not choose
While I slip into dancing
And go where I fancy in my head
Fuzzy new beginnings
Are the seed of tomorrow
So it’s important to rise for the occasion
Touch the floor without thinking
Thoughts soon enough will follow
Little seems to change
Though incrementally, this is a quantum leap away
And more possibilities stretch ahead like stars
In the bright, southern beautiful
Milky Way
Copyright Rosie
The White ‘f’ in Blue
Is Facebook only for the lonely?
A place to be affirmed
A place to go to laugh
To feel
A place where every fabricated smile
Seems so
(Unfortunately) real
There are 1.4 billion people in China
India’s 1.3
Add the two
And it’s still too few
To represent the population
Of the white
f in blue
Hi, my name is Rosie
And I’m a Facebook addict
Help me get clean
From this time-consuming waste
To live in the here and now
And pull my head out of this blue
Made-up place
Some say, “Who cares if they see
What I post and what I say?
If that’s all they’re good for
Who cares!
Surely, they’ve got better things to do
Than read my posts
Year after years”
But how to catch on fire
Infect the minds worldwide?
What better way to infiltrate
And burrow deep inside?
Than in the white f in blue
Where so many
Go to hide
And so, like stock we gather
Round the white f in blue watering hole
And we suck it up
Think we are part of something good
How long before we wake up?
And see how little
We have understood
I feel trapped now
Like so many
In this global critical mass
I wake and check to see
Messages and posts and news
Picked by algorithms
Not by me
Last thing at night
As the light’s about to dim
I check to see I’m all caught up
And with the white f in blue by my bed
I give over to the night – but still
With white f in blue thoughts
In my head
How much sleep is lost?
Immune systems weakened?
Insidiously, a worse agenda
Direct all enquiry, numb the mind
Make independent thought unpopular
And seeing eyes
Make blind
Hi, my name is Rosie
And I’m a Facebook addict
Recognising you have a problem
Is the first step they say
God, give me strength to kick the white f in blue!
Help me quit this habit
And keep it away
Copyright Rosie
Pieces
(Contains language some may find offensive)
Build it up
I’ll tear it down
In place of gems
A thorny crown
Broken
Like it’s meant to be
Fractured, token
Shell of me
Exploding pieces
Rock to dust
Busted bust
On pedestal
Broken pieces
Watch me fall
No holy grail
Or sacred ground
You think you see
But never found
Faulted
Fucked illusion
Naïve, youthful
Sweet delusion
Mangled myth
Fragments free
Take a wrecking
Ball to me
Dented
Imperfection real
See for once
The things I feel
Copyright Rosie
The Rose
Out of a graveyard
Comes the rose
From an arid ground
A concrete
Crumbled
Wasteland
And the rose is more beautiful
Than the rubble that surrounds her
More beautiful than the sky
She is gentle
Delicate
Humble
Yet strong enough
To quietly rise above the ruin
She is a treasure
In a world that needs to gaze upon her
For the short time that she will live
She will give
Only joy to those who stop
And peace
To those who seek silence in her company
She is beauty
She is gratitude
She is hope
She is love
She is growing
Copyright Rosie
Metamorphosis
Stained glass heart
Opaque crystal light
Dappled incandescence
Searing still, despite
False starts
And broken promise
Dared not to dream
Be honest
Wallflower camouflage
Unremarkable skin
Bud downtrodden
Bruised and blended in
Bug of no beauty
Matted hair
Fleetingly seen
Seldom there
Yet somehow lifted by the waves
Of heady possibility
Kaleidoscope of colour rose
Defying mute humility
Moth dropping its cocoon
Like a cloth of sacking
Slowly filled with nectar
Where its fill was once left lacking
Metamorphosis starts
Sun gradually warming
No map for this journey
Of unshackled exploring
Knitted together
In a new mold and frame
Reflecting love’s light
In the time that remains
Copyright Rosie
Make believe like you’re lovable
Something Neat Like That
Make believe
Like you’re lovable
Or something neat like that
Make believe
Exile reality
The daily grind
You combat
In lace and star bursts
Paint the sky
Rainbow hue and through
Dance a dance and leap
Beyond the now
Look back and giggle
At the ordinary you
Mimic the clowns
Actresses and movie stars
Like a child testing the stage
Be a little reckless
Never once
For fear or dread
Act your age
Feel everything
Your hair dashing across your skin
Trapeze slung sailing acrobat
Make believe
Like you’re lovable
Or something neat
Like that
Look at your face
Straight on at its best
Glee in your eyes like you’re desirable
Trust newfound confidence
And imaginary friends
Whose affirmation
Is reliable
Lift with the breeze
Sail three sheets to the wind on the sea
Meander with the stream
And like a feathered bird
Rise beyond tides
And all that constrains
The dream
Daintily turn
On point precariously, purposely still
For a moment just pause
Then roller coaster down
Toward adoring crowds
What a sight! And the sound
Of applause
Comfort yourself
With daydreams for comfort’s sake
One last indulgent rejuvenating act
Make believe
Like you’re lovable
Or something neat
Like that
Copyright Rosie