Night is only a dress

Wet with the friction of lips

On the river bank in bubbles of breath

Through the harmonicas sinister slow distant ache

Of bit flips and bergy bits, crevasses that vanish

And every day is another day

Where the rhythm tilts away

Over valleys stretched beyond the lucid moon

Intimate water eclipsed with yellow

Cacti buds on crushed feldspar gravels

Geckos luminous as mercury black eagles in solar flow

When suddenly In a confusion over Black Mountain a conflagration

Of shadows, turbulent vermillion and frenzied ashen waters

Spill from the whole vivid sky

Violet castanets echo the slow scent of red eagle laughter

Upon pyramidal sisters

Upon lovers of the pagoda

And carillon bells ring

Over bloodshot Indian hills 

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Poetry is not a luxury, it is a necessary part of the creativity of every day.  

Piet Nieuwland has poems and flash fiction appear in numerous print and online journals published in New Zealand, Australia, United States of America, Canada and India.

He is a performance poet, edits Fast Fibres Poetry and lives near Whangarei.

In a previous life he worked as a conservation strategist for Te Papa Atawhai in Aotearoa/New Zealand 

He welcomes email contact at   pietn@outlook.com 

Whispered messages dissolve in rivers of attention and glances

A long sigh exhales through the valley to Kaipara moana  

Molecules of sound emanate from luminous branches

A syntax of yellow leaves on black trees  

Filaments of falling marked by fluid silvery drops

Accurate shapes, incarnate wairua exclamations  

Hallucinations of glamorous echoing veils

Silky clay nostalgias, transgressions of moss  

A ferment of revolution in the invisible temples

Vorticies of evaporation on the spidery skyline  

Lightning on the fuse of your stare  

The moon a flower,

White as a flight of doves 

In the black balance

Of velvet night

http://lunchticket.org/pacific-hypergirls-go-strut/ 2017