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Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month NZ. 
 
 Topic 04: Write a poem inspired by a mirror, reflecting surface, or a reflection. Maybe Coprosma repens - Wikipedia undefined
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coprosma_repens
 
Coprosma repens is a species of flowering shrub or small tree of the genus Coprosma, in the family Rubiaceae, native to New Zealand. Common names include tree bedstraw, taupata, mirror bush, looking-glass bush, New Zealand laurel and shiny leaf.
 
or https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjQ8q3fr9XWAhULVLwKHXdHDKMQjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.huffingtonpost.com%2Fminube%2Fthe-21-most-spectacular-l_b_5471994.html&psig=AOvVaw03mt4DDmcod3bwDhXlnsMG&ust=1507151698292528
 
or https://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/LocationPh...sland.html
 
or anything at all you reflect upon, Kiwi-ish.
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		The Mirror Lakes of Milford Sound
 Death did not die here.
 Immortality drowned.
 Its face pockmarked
 by a rain-scarred surface.
 On days like today, the wind
 is a crystal chime,
 and the waters a bead of glass
 blown from a mandrel.
 Peer into the depths
 and you might see
 the crushed hand of God.
 
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
 
		
	 
	
	
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		Stunning, Todd. That final line rocks.
	 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		Thanks Mercedes. The NZ emphasis has created a fun challenge on these.
	 
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		I can't see the other sideof the round earth, headed in
 the same direction, likely
 doing the same thing, sleeping in
 while I hunker down, like we
 aren't really hours apart. In
 one plane, 2D, like they lied.
 Like they've been lying to us our entire lives.
 
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
 
		
	 
	
	
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		Reflections
 Coprosma twinks and glitters in the breeze
 as if transmitting messages in code
 about the warmer sunshine up the road
 or just how many tuis use the tree
 
 or maybe it’s just counting up the wrens
 who flit within the tangled canopy,
 statistic-keeping, showing 'Vacancies'
 or ‘No room here, they’ve over-built their dens.’
 
 The keruru don’t land there, no wing-room
 for fat and clumsy pigeons; Move along,
 you’re holding up the traffic - leave a song
 and call again when flowers set as food.
 
 The breezes drop, the lights fall still, and shine
 a constant invitation - Haere Mai!
 
 
 CRNDL - ouch. That last line is bleak.
 
 High on the Milford Road
 
 I drown in clouds
 that filled Mirror Lake
 when mountains fell into it.
 Or, did they grow
 out of the water, climbing
 into the sky to dry off?
 Trout fry flick up the cliffs,
 darting through them as well,
 so at home, when I lift up my eyes
 it’s almost a shock, to see
 there are no fish in the sky.
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		Sorry not to have a poem but just wanted to say amazed at what I'm reading here. So far, my favorite is the twinking Coprosma
	 
		
	 
	
	
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		 (10-04-2017, 01:36 PM)Wastrel Wrote:  Sorry not to have a poem but just wanted to say amazed at what I'm reading here. So far, my favorite is the twinking Coprosma 
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		Eating Mountains at Reflections Cafe
 Janet shuffles over-weight
 to pour oily black
 spoon standing coffee
 and gives me a minute
 to decide.
 
 The dog-eared menu is stained
 with rings from Tekapo's basin.
 I take a sip of the table top view,
 wading out from the shoreline
 to float on the thin-air darkness
 between, sugared southern alps.
 
 My mouth fills with fresh melt-waters
 as the sun blazes over grilled Angus,
 thrice cooked potatoes, glisten
 like duck stones in lakeside pools.
 
 Janet looms over me, chewing gum.
 Have you chosen yet? her pencil resting
 on the manila carbon-copy pad.
 
 I point at the Soup of the Moment
 with Bread & Butter $12.00 gf
 Worth every cent.
 
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
 
		
	 
	
	
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		I love the preciseness of 'manila carbon-copy pad' juxtaposed with 'thin-aired darkness'
	 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		 (10-05-2017, 12:38 AM)just mercedes Wrote:  I love the preciseness of 'manila carbon-copy pad' juxtaposed with 'thin-aired darkness' 
Thank you Merc 
Really enjoying everyones work and having fun, makes me want to visit even more. 
Keith
	 
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		but,there is something
 about the resilience
 to salt spray
 and the green that grows
 in sandy soil
 or harder ones
 and how the flowering shrub
 can grow as much as 8 feet
 get called tree
 
 
 shape shifters are interesting
 the blooms are here
 is it spring? is it summer
 is it winter the other side of the world?
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		I Don't like Writing
 about mirrors
 I think of Elizabeth Allende
 and some yawning symbol,
 magically real.  Not
 that the symbol is the issue
 or Allende. I like
 both; its
 that I don't want
 to look
 at myself
 and see what else
 is there,
 what more
 there is.
 I see,
 shit, fuck this line,
 but what sees?
 Or worse:
 what isn't?
 That,
 friends,
 is why
 I avoid
 mirrors.
 
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		Anna - 'shape shifters are interesting' - yes, indeed. kolemath - yours made me shiver. It doesn't take much for me to see malevolance in mirrors.
	 
		
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