Mantha• Show poetry

So who am I?
Well on the surface I'm a stay at home mum of one, a 22 month old who thinks she's almost 3, on the wrong side of 35. Married for 11 years to my high school sweetheart. Recently uprooted from the only home I know in South Africa to resettle in New Zealand in a small town on the south west coast of the North Island.

Underneath it all I'm still serching and perhaps trying to understand exactly who it is I really am. Thoughout the percieved storms in my life I've always turned to poetry, either someone elses or my own, to try and make some sense of what I am feeling. I believe in the healing power of poetry and I believe poetry has to be shared in order for the magic in it to work.

I know little about the forms and styles used in writting poems so I rely on the emotional content of a poem, what I read and enjoy often depends on my mood at the time. I'm no crit so if I like something I will tell you. If I read something and I dont like it I rarely will say anything unless I am absolutely sure of my advise. But I welcome any advise or comment whether I agree or not. So read on...

Join me on a stroll through a world of words and images. Take a peek at life from a different perspective. Open your mind to the possibility of gliding over a sea of sketches on the wings of an eagle. Close your eyes to reality and drift to where pictures are drawn with words.
Step into my imagination and watch words and images swirl around you.
Watch as they tell a story.
Watch as they sketch upon the wind the pictures of your life.
Look around in your mind and see
Look at all the darkness there
See the words as they wonder through
Listen to the images they bring forth
Step out of the darkness
Leave behind you your skin and come with me as we journey forward into the dawn.


Unlikely Serenade

There are boxes of shadows
and hilltops in medows where she belongs.
There are tree tops in places of distant dark spaces
where she has been.

She stepped out of a hurricane
and into a whirlwind
where no one knows her name
and no one plays her game

Chorus:
who is she, who is she
she's been hiding in places of distant dark spaces
a long long time...

There are stories that tell of a deep wishing well
that belongs in her mind.
but she never could share it
coz wishes were all she could find

now you cant see her
she's a missing painting on the wall
she's a haunting refrain
tears in the rain

Chorus:
Where is she, where is she?
she's been out in the places
where people make faces a long long time

Where is she, Where is she?
By the letters she sent she's been hell over bent
for a long long time
Written by: Russel Braum
Performed by: Carter's Window

The New Generation

face without character
thought without emotion
music without sound
time with no motion
life with no dreams
people with no faces
travel with no destiny
world without places
we are the new generation
never stopping, we,
we have no station
reject the old
but have no new
no gods no glory
no books no story
no life no death
no living body
no exhaled breath
Helen Ambler



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