I doubt I would ever be able to find this particular spot again and in fact have never been back to look but it remains with me a beautiful moment.
Alone on a Path at Morere
Who knows I alone here.
Who cares this surprise.
I alone, the mossy lipped slip
of a stream in a dank glade.
And come upon in a moment.
Nothing in the mind or about;
How she spoke to me of
the fecund and musk:
the paradigm of woman
and environment in such
an uncorrupted space.
Benita H. Kape © 30.7.2013
Our task today was to write a list poem; possible names for bands, romantic novels or television programmes.
Take me back to Tamaranui
Take me back to Tamaranui
Recover, a love lost.
Chance developments,
Summer and other good news.
Should we meet again
Insatiable and other itches.
Elenor, loving the look.
If I could turn back time.
She wore pink flip-flops,
The fragrance of love.
A pizza pie romance,
Nothing quite like it.
Love and other cupboards to fill.
She wore a necklace
and a red headband.
Take me back to Tamaranui.
Benita Helen Kape © 3.4.2018
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