Poems

A Winter Day

Trudging through the icicles of grass beneath my numb foot,
The park was like a lake of pure grey
You could see the flowers withering down
As they lay with their delicate petals
Silent as the night,
Waiting to return to their gay and happy poses
The sky looked down in the same mood
With its dark cloudy eyes
It spread itself over the park
The kids walked by with woollen scarves
As they kept the warm  thoughts
To survive the cold day
Every step was followed by the mud

Half cast
Girls of the village
Look at me in my short board shorts
And my lightly tanned skin
In their lavalavas, too hot for the tropical weather

Girls of the village
Look at me with my tangled hair
They laugh and point
leave, this is the faaSamoa teine

BLANK white paper will you let me love you,
And draw from me the best I can be.
BLANK white paper will you snap my pencil,
 If I write a word in anger.
BLANK white paper is they’re another,
If I spill my clutter upon your silence.
BLANK white paper will you let me linger,
And steady my hand while I find the answer,
BLANK white paper can I fly with you,