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Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/books/item_id/2195306-The-Road-To-Elle/day/8-29-2019
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Rated: GC · Book · Biographical · #2195306

is paved with good intentions...

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Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm the mother of two young adults, the wife of an entrepreneurial gamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. This blog will contain poems, short stories, possibly photos and book reviews if you're lucky, and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.
August 29, 2019 at 10:33pm
August 29, 2019 at 10:33pm
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Finally transcribed some poems I'd dictated into the audio app on my phone while commuting to/from work some time ago...

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There's no hidden Robin Hood complex.
(Jordan Belfort?)
He carefully lines his pockets
while his lips smile
but his eyes don't.

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My eye for photography told me
the day lacked vibrancy and contrast
and I wondered,
absently,
if that explained my mood.

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A poem for all the wanker drivers out there

Despite your belief to the contrary,
Dickwad,
your lack of consideration
doesn't mean you're smarter.
It only means you're an
asshole.

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Driving over Upper Harbour Bridge,
the water looks like a stucco ceiling in reverse,
a mottled mimicry of the wind-torn sky above,
more grey than blue,
and apropos of nothing
I realise I miss you.

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The rain blurs the distinction
between sea and sodden sky
leaving us smothered
in a damp, grey blanket.

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I heard the electric fence click, and I paused,
waiting a beat,
for the repetition I had learned as a child
to expect.

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A sailor's warning
splattered
across the morning sky.

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The traffic on Upper Harbour Bridge plays hide and seek
as Greenhithe is smothered into obscurity
beneath a dense duvet of early morning fog
that reminds me of potential possibilities
and the urge to photograph
places I've never been.

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There seems to be some continuing themes! *Laugh*


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