Friday, September 09, 2011

A Word

          A WORD

             This is the first year of the sea
             between us. We are islands apart
             but tuned to the same taut string. 

             I can feel the fear in his quaking
             texts. 1) Christch is gon. Lideas lost
             2) in littelton its all skwshd

             3) wot hapns now 
             Between us the land widens, gulps
             and fractures. The night falls deep.

             4) i just thnk wot if all of a sudn
     i had nuthng
             You would have yourself.
             5) is it enuff
             You would have a lifetime of love.

             It's the only word I can offer, 
             it's the one he knows best. 

             Jenny Powell
             Dunedin 2011

Thank you, thank you to my poet friend Jenny for answering 'yes' in response to my request to post A Word here. This poem - written for her son, Wyeth - rattled my chest and shook my heart open when I read it this afternoon and did so precisely as and when I needed it. To echo Marylinn in her post from earlier today, there are angels everywhere; Jenny? Wyeth? Marylinn? Yes, yes and yes again. In her colourful homage - an 'honoring collage' -  to a dear friend, Marylinn writes ". . . Look not askance at whatever crosses your line of sight today. Be attuned to the most hushed and coded whisperings of the unseen. Embrace what may seem unlikely and pay attention. . . "  I appreciate the reminder. 


A Word first appeared in the September edition of The Dyslexia Foundation's monthly journal. 

Jenny’s latest collection maps the country, people and places of Viet Nam. It forms a cultural and literary bridgbetween the country Viet Nam and the visit to New Zealand of a Vietnamese music teacher Hao, who lived with Jenny during his stay in New Zealand. “Is it possible to love a country you have never been to? Is it possible to visit a country in your imagination?” she asks in the introduction to Viet Nam: A Poem Journey. Viet Nam is an evocative, colourful and imaginative journey that confirms in her work the power of the imaginal world. Read more here


  1. Thank you, Marylinn. Pie carts of love and blessings to you, too xo

  2. This is so beautiful, Claire. Thank you for sharing Jenny's work with us.

    I read Marylinn's post earlier today and it made me smile wide. She's an angel, she is.

  3. Hi Jayne - Jenny's poem for Wyeth is so poignant and in a relatively few words reveals a great deal about a mother's love for her son.

    Hear, hear/here/ here (which is it?) re; Marylinn! ; ) We're lucky. Blessed. Both, aren't we?

  4. Yes, dbs - I find it so, too. Thanks for coming by.

  5. I find it so, too!
    Thanks, dearest dbs!

  6. Hello, Tame Lion - how nice to find you here ; ).