Kia Ora!
Here’s the new poem! If you haven’t noticed I have difficulty ending poems, so this one is no different. Enjoy!
Sailing
The ever floating ship
It’s sails never resting
Heat boiling from its insides
Turning the air to a certain ash
As it floats, directionless
Aiming to alienate audiences
It coasts, into the dark caves
Where the stars can still be seen
And the long enduring pensive moon
Rests, but never sleeps
And the wind blows
Pulling from the depths
And sweeping to the west
Where the fire burns
The ship, an island all it’s own
Circles islands, like an animal
Surveying, observing
Without interaction
Interaction, interaction
An island is so cold, untouched
Touch me please!
(The Island shouts)
The warmth of a hand is comparable
To the never settled corona of the sun
The island burns
The soft mush of the shores
Wash away
They make room for no one
And the ship sails on
Mast at full height
Sails extending
Puffing out their chest like warriors
All on their own
Windless, directionless
And the ship circles another island
Observing
(For the annual census)
September 11, 2014
Waitomo
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<p><span style="color: rgb(29, 29, 29); font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(237, 237, 237);">My name is Clayton Kovich and I am a Junior at Purdue University in Indiana. I am studying Psychology with a focus on criminal behavior, hoping to aid in the growing industry of rehabilitation. I am from Michigan originally, but having moved many times growing up I have developed a fondness for travel, leading me to this adventure to New Zealand. I love poetry and music, and I look forward to the inspiration and insight this experience will provide me, and hope to use my talents to bring a piece of that experience home for others to enjoy as well.</span></p>
