Will I Float Or Will I Fly?

I thought I’d float within my dreams,
Lying languidly in a boat,
Drifting with the flow of lazy streams
Amid lilac-tinted water lilies,
Like the lady of the lyrical poem…
Drift, float… float without a helm
To end where the stream of life ends.

But, no, I didn’t float. I flew
Through my dreams, through a dark azure sky
Over navy seas bespeckled by reflections
Of moon and stars on wave tops;
Over cream-rimmed dark islands,
Twinkling with open fires far below.

I didn’t float, I flew; not gently,
But furiously fast, fantastically far.
High above the world I know,
Then over new worlds, flying low
To see the strange, the new
Places and people, none I knew.

I felt disquiet, sought familiar places,
But none were here, and with a bitter thrill
I swooped to return to known faces,
Known arguments, old disputes
Fast friends and firm promises…
I flew back, to reassurance.

I’ve not written any poems for some while now.

The Daily Prompt theme “Float” brought me to compose this… Be kind.

Wow, still available

…after all these years

But nearly sold out. Copies still available at the Rotorua Museum Gift Shop, at c.$25 per print copy.

(This post featured at Red Penn Reviews shortly after it was published…)

“An anthology of poetry with a Rotorua theme, compiled from works of the “Mad Poets’ Society”, contributing poets, and young Rotorua poets.

ISBN = 978-0-473-18795-8.

I’m feeling fairly smug as at last I have had six poems of mine published.
All the poems are in three ‘chapters’
One is those with a Rotorua theme.
Two is poems from children and young poets from eleven to seventeen years old.
Three is entitled ‘Reflections’ and you may expect a variety of subjects and forms.

Brain Haiku – too late for competition, dammit

Too late to enter, I read the brief for a haiku competition, to be written about the brain. Sat and threw together more than the required one or two, went to the Submissions page, decided before proceeding to read the “rules”, and found it had closed on the 14th (give or take a few).

SO annoyed. Why had the page not been updated? The “rules” were buried behind a link at the foot of the page – you know, down there below the guts of it, where hardly anyone ever looks.

Anyway, not wanting to waste all that hard work (nah, quick and dirty, really) … here they are.

The problem with society today is … nobody drinks from the skulls of their enemies anymore. (source unknown)

Memory and links,
internal data storage –
my real computer.        *

Synapses firing –
data stored in my brain,
secure in my skull.


Knowledge turns into
information – bits, bytes in
read-write memory.     *


From deep in my brain
unrequested memories
enter my day dreams.

imagination freed from
external constraints.     *

In my skull, my brain’s
internal data storage –
read-write memory.

Reading memory –
information data lines
recall stored data        *

The asterisk? These haiku wouldn’t have made any progress through the competition. You can tell me why, yeh?


Twin Oaks

twin oaks
twin oaks

Twin oak trees, grown together over years,

provided sheltering arms for each other

while homing nesting bird-life every Spring.

They withstood storms and drought together.

Roots exposed by erosion and wind-drift

reveal how closely their lives intertwined

as animal families built homes within the roots.



© Lynne McAnulty-Street, Rotorua NZ, 2012
In response to a Writers’ Block challenge


Volcano Storm – in Haiku & Sijo

 Eruption of Chilean volcano, 1992
This was the photo which posed a challenge for the group

Volcano Storm




Snatch and grab. Go, run!
Chaitén’s angry – ash clouds spark
with lightning fury.




Grey ash plumes gather in clouds
above the waking volcano.
Lightning flashes blast, warn the village
what’s building in the dome.
Evacuation three days before
                Chaitén explodes.


Map of Chaiten areaBottled up for thousands of years (its last previous eruption was in 7420 BC ± 75 years [1]), Chaitén under pressure began to make the way to release her power on May 2nd 2008. On that day, ash billowed forth, lightning flashed and cracked, creating a thundercloud effect that terrorised the hillside villagers, who evacuated May 3rd. The ash clouds continued for days, until Chaitén finally blew and spewed her lava.
On May 6, 2008 the force of eruption increased significantly, producing pyroclastic flows and possibly some lava explosions, and raising the eruption column to a height of perhaps 30,000 metres (98,000 ft)

[1] Wikipedia – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chait%C3%A9n_(volcano)

© Lynne McAnulty-Street, Rotorua NZ, 2012
Photographer:   Carlos Gutierrez, 2008
Written for Creative ‘Riters Corner

Rain Stomping


“No Mom, I don’t wanna coat! Nor a hat!
It’s not cold! It’s neat and it’s wet!”
The higher the kick, the harder the sneaker
Smacks down and the better the splash.
“Let me down the bottom of these steps here!
Water’s building up to a deep, deep pond –
I wanna be in there!”

(c) Lynne McAnulty-STreet, Rotorua NZ, 2011

Amazing Cake … ( a Real Writers challenge



Amazing cake, how sweet thou art,
And made ‘specially for me
As soon as all the guests are served
I can politely leave.

With chocolate icing all around,
And green icing as well
And  cherries there – one for each year
From here I can’t really tell

I hope the pale layer is real whipped cream
And not whipped-butter shit
‘Cos when I’m served my glorious slice
I want to enjoy each bit