Tutamoe, mystic magma is gone
Relinquishing fire that still sears your heart
Your flanks sing of saws your valleys dwell on
And ploughs deep your heavy brow in your hearth
A purerehua spins whirring sounds
Tāwhirimātea bull roars awake
His wailing winds rage; howl and twist around
As pūtōrino flute notes rose and ached
Tutamoe, clouds rest on broad shoulders
And drift misty-eyed in your velvet vales
Forests of Tāne weep in your rivers
Tragedy of Kairaru; grief prevails
Voice of Raukatauri, in the flute, calms
Loneliness between mountain and heaven
Embracing haunting notes that soothe and charm
Lifting melancholy and depression
Tutamoe, long may your summit reign
Above moa bones, ash and human dust
Kauri will feather your fine cloak again
And you will stand firm in light and darkness
29/08/2018
Tutamoe, long may your summit reign Above moa bones, ash and human dust Kauri will feather your fine cloak again And you will stand firm in light and darkness.....so impressive and touching. The last line shows the philosophy of life. A brilliant poem has been shared amazingly.
Very skilful use of Maori terms and Maoritanga. This promotes New Zealand to readers everywhere. I think I have been to Kaihu Forest in the past.
Your flanks sing of saws your valleys dwell on And ploughs deep your heavy brow in your hearth - - - - - - so descriptive in a poetic manner about a mountain that once championed trees... awesome and challenging write
Oh, thank you for the poet's notes- I knew we were reading a lush and loving poem about a mountain and a bullish wind but the added chips of knowledge had me feeling at home in that wondrous world that sprang to life under your magic pen! ! ! ! 10++++++++++++
I think that you have incorporated Maori words brilliantly.' All things Maori 'are vital to New Zealand, as your poem indicates in such a telling way. I love Maori culture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow an extraordinary poem very interesting to read. Your vernacular and word choice are fabulous and great. Sublime poetry! So nice to read from your inking again, Pleez do comment my newest poem too titled, 'when life was really child's play'