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This week's editor on the Tuesday Poem hub is Janis Freegard with a gorgeous fragment - an untitled, unfinished poem - by New Zealand poet Robin Hyde (1906 - 1939).

Janis writes, ". . . A tantalising sliver of a poem can leave us wondering about the whole, the turns it might have taken, the feelings it might have evoked.  In this case, we get the start of the journey, but not the final destination. . ." 

Please click on the quill to enjoy Robin's writing then follow the links to a host of other Tuesday Poems. Fellow poet and novelist, Christchurch-based Helen Lowe, has been publishing a series of 'ekphrastic' poems these past weeks, the concluding poem being the one she's posted today. I meant it to be a poem about sparrows led Helen and I into an unexpected and mutually-satisfying painting/poetry collaboration. You can read Helen's poem here and at the same time see the painting it gave rise to. There's a bit of a background story (isn't there always?). Thanks, Helen.  

* Finding The Vertical - Gesso & Ink on Paper 2009