Here is a third poem set in New Zealand, although the subject matter goes wider I hope, talking about different kinds of ‘watersheds’.
WATERSHED
Driving up to the high mountain pass
the valley looks bare. The river is low and slips
along in a stony bed at its own unhurried pace.
And now we’re through, for the ground slopes
away to another world: clouds loiter
like over-persistent suitors drawn to the coast.
Among the trees and ferns and creepers, water
cascades, oozes and drips, or haunts as a mist.
Through this pass the Maoris used to trade
or go to war, for this was a frontier zone
where minds dug in and well-armed fears would tread.
Perhaps from heights like these their scouts first saw,
delicate as ferns, the strange design
of sails and rigging growing out at sea.
© John Stevens 2009
Love it, Darling.
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By: John Stevens on 13 December, 2009
at 16:47
I like this poem. It shows me something, somewhere, not by projecting scenes as from a movie screen, but by offering a pair of hands that will guide me to experience it myself.
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By: I TAKE OFF THE MASK on 3 January, 2010
at 12:37
Thank you for your kind comment and for taking the time to respond! It is very rewarding to know that someone has enjoyed a poem. Best wishes.
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By: John Stevens on 4 January, 2010
at 14:12
I really like this dad. It brings back memories of travelling through NZ, in atmosphere and landscape. I especially like the last two verses, and the line
“[water]
cascades, oozes and drips, or haunts as a mist”
soooooooo west coast!
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By: Laura on 11 January, 2010
at 14:59
Thanks, honey!
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By: John Stevens on 12 January, 2010
at 17:08
Well, ’tis a very nice poem indeed. The last two stanzas are especially strong and use creative language. What great images: ‘where minds dug in and well-armed fears would tread’ and ‘sails and rigging growing out at sea.’ I don’t have to have visited to know the place after reading these descriptions.
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By: chucky0629 on 13 April, 2010
at 03:52
Thanks Chucky for your generous comments. By the way, I have enjoyed reading your poems about indigenous people of North America posted on your own site.
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By: John Stevens on 13 April, 2010
at 14:43
“And now we’re through, for the ground slopes
away to another world: clouds loiter”
stunning image!
and the last stanza is also amazing, so wonderful.
seems perfectly composed.
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By: Evelyn on 23 March, 2011
at 19:06
Evelyn, thanks for all your comments on different poems recently. I’m especially glad you like this one as it’s a favourite of my own.
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By: John Stevens on 24 March, 2011
at 09:43
Just browsing and came across this pearl. The theme echoes my interests in long-ago cultures and is very well done. Great imagery.
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By: chucky0629 on 11 August, 2012
at 00:26