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Calling all poets! April is National Poetry Writing Month — NaPoWriMo for short. Modeled after National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), NaPoWriMo is an annual project encouraging poets to write one poem each day in April.
We love discovering poetry in the Reader and are proud of the poets who call WordPress.com their online home, like Pushcart-nominated poet Kellie Elmore. If you’re an established or aspiring poet, or want to dabble in free verse, lyric essays, and more experimental prose, we encourage you to participate this month.
A poem a day
First time participating in a post-a-day project like this? We asked poet and publisher Maureen Thorson, the founder of this project, for advice:
Be open to the possibilities. The point isn’t to turn out a fully formed sonnet each day — although if anyone wants to try, I’m not going to discourage them! The point is to just…
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Rarotonga Library
There are 15 Cook Islands spread over more than 2 million square kilometers of the southwest Pacific Ocean. Rarotonga is the largest of the Cook islands but covers only 67 square kilometers. Rarotonga’s main road, Ara Tapu, circles the island, following the turquoise lagoon coastline for 21 miles.
We turn our scooter up unmarked Makea Tinirau Road
past the church toward bushclad, cloud wrapped rugged volcanic mountain peaks that rise from the interior of the island
To the little library tucked in a garden
The relaxed pace of life becomes apparent the first time we go as they are closed for three weeks to celebrate Christmas holidays.
as well as the choice of a librarian….
Librarian
Librarian
Librarian as featured in the Cook Island News
When the library opened back up on Jan 14th we scooted up there to find they had just closed for the day at 1pm. So the deal is the library opens at 9 and closes at 1. Ms Voss, librarian, was throwing books for give away out into a basket on the porch. Bill grabbed two. The librarian says, “The basket was full but they are going fast.”
On our next trip we arrived at the tiny, messy, disorganized antiquated Raratonga Library before noon. It is womanned by Sally(who may have arrived with the first missionaries to the islands), a stocky lady with blond frizzy hair who can’t see very well.
I smiled at Sally and said that I was looking for books by Michener.
“Sally scrunched up her already wrinkled face, “Who?”
“ James Michener the author of “Tales of the South Pacific” .
“The fiction is on along the wall, has green tape and is alphabetical,” Sally says in her no nonsense (Jesus, you are stupid) librarian voice.
The alphabet is not my strongest suit and I am easily distracted in a library setting so it takes me a bit to find Mic marked with a sharpie on the green duck tape but I did find an ancient dark golden paperback edition of Tales of the South Pacific and Return to Paradise which I was holding delicately for fear they would disintegrate.
As I was looking through other selections on the shelf a 4 foot tall and as big around as a parking meter, gray curly-headed lady dressed in bright pink muu-muu appeared and in the softest voice said, “The missionaries are up here”, pointing toward the reference book shelf.
“I found the Michener books I was seeking.”
“But those aren’t true, the missionaries books are what’s real,” she whispered with a great deal of pride and piety.
I smiled and said, “I found the books by Michener.”
The little pink muu-muu lady went back to the fuzzy headed Sally to report in a very disappointed tone, that I didn’t seem to want books on missionaries.
I was also wanting a reference to the art designs around the island so they suggested a tattoo book. I found one in the reference section which I would “ not be allowed to check out as they are rare”.
It is $35 to join the library and get a card. We get $10 of that back when we leave IF we return the books within two weeks, and “Don’t forget to bring your card when you come”.
That day, it was a fairly busy place with stuff everywhere, books for sale, crafts for sale, books for free and all ages poking about even though it was now thirty minutes passed closing time. No one seemed in a dither. We crammed the books under our scooter seat and headed back to Sunrise Beach Bungalows in a sprinkle, which turned to stinging rain and then five miles of a Royal Soaking—from the skies and the library and the Drums of our Forefathers show (more on that later)
Two weeks later we returned our books on the proper due date stamped on the little white lined sheet in the back of the book. Rain from a tropical depression (which became Cyclone Garry) was dropping on the island in violent squalls.
Ms Voss, the blonde frizzy headed librarian nodded in acknowlegement of my arrival, pointed to where one returns books. I go look in fiction Mel for Moby Dick. Not there, go up and ask, she rattles off 822 Great American works. Don’t find it—even had trouble finding the 800’s. Go back again and she directs me to the hidden card catalogue down one of the very very narrow aisles between book shelves. Not under Moby Dick in Titles. Ah, it is in Melville in titles and it is 813. Anyone who asks her a question about location she rattles off the Dewey decimal system number. I looked through the Arts and Crafts of the Cook Island and drew a few designs. I checked out Somerset Maugham’s Short Stories as well as Moby Dick. Meanwhile a young man has come into the library to prepare for Cyclone Garry. This he did by laying black plastic over the “rare books you cannot check out”. He moved objects on top of the book shelves and laid the outside signs down on the floor. The library radio was on with nice little island songs when the announcer came on and said “This f***ing weather is no good. We need more music and started another tune going” The little library with the little books with little printed words was closing at noon as I went out in the stinging rain with the whole world in my little plastic bag.
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Dark Settings
Dark Setting
“ I got dis fo sissy dollars”, she said fingering the 10mm glowing black pearl pendant, attached to a long silver chain. “I got da setting by Mahina, in the little building by the police station you know? she sets pearls. She does good job.”
Scootering south along the Ara Tapu on the Island of Rarotonga with the lagoon on the left.
Bereft of plans or even a map, turned by the collapsing sign to see about snorkel gear for looking about in the lagoon.
An curly gray-haired, husky built man who was raking the orange carpet of fallen Flamboyant tree blooms, wordlessly waved us to the office with a pointed finger.
Inside, the dark concrete office had a feeling of a remnant with empty, save for some salt shakers, rusted metal baker’s shelves along one wall, a chair and a ripped box of yellowed paperbacks on another wall and an ancient weathered desk on the wall to our left as we entered.
Behind the desk sat a robust lady of dark chestnut luster with a round face, large twinkling dark eyes with a gold glow and a bare hint of a shy smile. Sticking straight up on the top of her head were many strands of kinky hair with the slightest hint of lime bleahed blonde. I inquired about hiring 2 snorkels. “Yeeah, we just have two”
“Eight dowllars a day”, she replied in a very soft hesitant voice.
I said we would like to have the two for two days. While she was computing the figures for this transaction, I commented on the alluring luster of her black pearl and she replied with the information on settings.
Black pearls are created in one of the remotest inhabited settings on earth. Their main origin, Manihiki, is a mere speck in the endless blue of the Pacific Ocean. The pearl, set with a silver crown of sorts mirrored the rainbow-like spectrum of colors found in the black-lipped mother of pearl shell Pinctada margaritifera. The darker hues of black, blue, green and brown are prominent, while lighter colors such as white, silver, grey and gold were also evident. Translucent, overlaying shades of aubergine gave it added depth and glow.
As the wearer of the pearl handed me the snorkel equipment I could see a deep luster in her eyes. As light reflects through the layers it exposes strengths and frailties alike. I feel a kinship with the dark lady and her dark pearl–a kindness moves through us and between us. The mystery is that being authentic is the only thing that reveals to us our kinship with alluring luster-the intense brightness created as light travels through the layers and is reflected back from deep within the pearl.
I left the pearls in the dark hut, exquisite in their settings.
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Tagged admiration, Black pearls, Cook Islands, island, kinship, lagoon, luster, Rarotonga, settings, snorkeling, traveling
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Romance in Raro
Does St. Valentine’s love connection
Appear with the tropical blooms
coloring the island’s greenery with red, yellow, orange and white
or luxuriate among the fragrances of sea, gardenias, jasmine warm musk
or frolic among waving palms, warm white sands, and luscious breezes
or dine in restaurants with exotic names offering bubbly champagnes, rosy rich wines, and delicacies divine?
Perhaps not—Cook Island News ignores the natural romance of the island and gives front page color to Knickers in a Twist:
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Tagged Cook Islands, flowers, fragrances, love, ocean breezes, Rarotonga, romance, South Pacific, travel, traveler, Valentine's Day
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Self Portrait
early (with false hair)
later with the real hair
Nutcase
She fell from a tall tall tree
And landed near the sea
The wild winds and water set her free
To float about without an oar
Nor wings on which to soar
She wasn’t missed or wanted anymore
But just bobbed about for years and years
withering away in salty tears
Hearing only jabbing jeers
but the Spirit of that nut lay within
weathered and gray with a frail stipend
still humming a faint echo of the Spirit wind.
That big ole nut did crack and began
to grow
The light came in and began to glow
The stories and songs began to flow…
The tall tall trees smothered and drowned
But stuck to their ground
While that little nut floated all around.
The juicy fruit dried up
Wrinkles gnawed the shell
never a tall tall tree would
that nut grow to be.
undaunted, cracked it shares
from shore to shore
lore that only a nut can tell.
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Tagged Coconuts, palms, poetry, Self Portrait, South Pacific, traveling
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Punanga Nui Market
The following is a Royal Chant, a French Poetic form that was a Gather Challenge.
Rarotonga’s Punanga Nui Market
When you should want of a tropical treat
where you will be warmed by fragrant breeze
sunshine aplenty and trade winds blowing.
Board plane, hoist sail or whatever please
to give flights of fancy most ample space
to far flung Cook Isles where you be going.
Across Pacific where paradise found
On a volcanic island in green gowned
flaunting exotic rare flowers apace
in Pacific breezes that do propound
Rarotonga’s Punanga Nui place
Saturday morn you are in for a treat
With waffles, iced coffee, and rolling seas
and a plethora of what’s growing
in valley, cloud forest, plantation trees,
birds of paradise, ginger in a vase,
pawpaws, coconuts, paddles for rowing
laughter, mangoes, a ukulele sound,
pineapples, watermelons, aki abound
yellow fin tuna, skipjack in disgrace,
fallen flame tree flowers carpet the ground
Rarotunga’s Punanga Nui place
Oh the Maori vendors you will meet
Selling treasures for exorbitant fees
topping the list is black pearls they’re
showing
from Oysters in Mantiki if you please
black-lipped mother of pearl Pinctada race
fashioned into finger jewels glowing.
Barter not, for on that the vendors frowned;
value what’s offered; efforts will redound
painted fabrics and Pareus by the case
Pandanus woven hats of grace renowned
Rarotunga’s Punanga Nui place
Chutney of mangoes and lime, Banoffee Pie sweet
paw paws, jams, breadfruit, and honey of bees
curries, and arrowroot served with much ease
by friendliest folks you ever did sees
Manihiki Uto to drink and dace
smoked to eat and a bit more for stowing.
Air, censer of delight to astound
as tropical fruit stacked just in a mound
spreading aromas abundant to glace.
While rhythms of mate drums do surround
Rarotunga’s Punanga Nui place
Many smiling Maori’s there to meet.
When slowed to island pace-the day to seize
their treasures on us they are bestowing
not just beautiful maires to appease
but to reveal an island people’s base
when soul of commonest object going
seems to us radiant with flowers crowned.
Seek not the treasures for they are inbound.
Here Ulysses might slowed further his pace
and Prometheus may want to stay bound
Rarotunga’s Punanga Nui place
market on Avarua’s Street will be found
the most delightful adventure around
the time of your life to never efface
fine moments to live and find the profound
Rarotonga’s Punanga Nui place
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Tagged Avarua, beauty, Cook Islands, hibiscus, love, Market, pare, pearls, poetry, Rarotonga, Royal Chant, scenery, shopping, South Pacific, travel
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Of Coconut Blooms and Dreams
The rising sun was orange and black spotted as a leopard’s skin.
The contemplative ocean reflected back the first risen rays in shimmering brassy gold.
Ashore the Coconut palms clapped their long close leaves together
to make the sound of gentle raindrops.
This Palm tree so near our little bungalow on the
Rarotonga Island beach has
an enticing flower.
Hanging in a most moist
provocative manner
in hopeful golden bloom
attracting eyes and bees
turning heads and drawing
pollinators from all around.
Does within those blooms
lies the hope of being
a full juicy nut?
A milky luscious sought
after specimen of a coconut?
The rain even sets a picnic table of the blooms
But not even ants come to dine.
In time,, perhaps all too soon,
the blonde full buxomly,
luscious looking blooms
wither to dry wrinkled gray crisp strands
devoid of hope
and of so very limited potential
no coconuts?
Broken, brown, alone, withered?
Who choses not
from so much potential?
the winds? the pollinators?
The sun, the rain?
A lack of dreams, no goals?
The mother tree’s nurturing skills?
Love, luck, or lack of?
Is an unfruitful life
for better or for worse
Any more or less
than a withered stem
of hardened, weathered grey?
What purposes not fulfilled?
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Searching for Pawpaws
Searching for Paw Paw Patches
Inland on the Island
Of Rarotonga, Cook Islands
It is a long bumpy ride on our little rented motor scooter down to the south of Raratonga in the Cook Islands taking every little road we could find up the mountain sides around the bends and back down. The farms are little but quite lush and most of the houses unpretentious–saw a couple of pigs running free and many many free range chickens and myna birds but it is mostly greenery flowers and fruits. Only saw one fence the whole trip and it was a rusty loose barbwire in a hedge.
I am looking for a paw paw patch. I have been searching for paw paw patches since Mrs. Forester taught us that song about picking’ up paw-paw, put ’em in your basket way down yonder in the paw paw patch” at North Park Elementary School in Abilene.
Fruits and vegetables abound but I have trouble identifying many of the crops on the inland ‘plantations’ but I see cabbages, leaf lettuce, tomatoes, taro, onions, watermelons, bananas and passion fruits that could be gathered. I was hoping to find a farmer to ask about paw-paw patches but the only ones I saw this day were sittin’ on the porch drinking beer.
Several days later we again toured the back roads, or inside road, passed many more fields of fruits and vegetables. One field with a farmer working had tomato vines growing up hisbiscus tree trunks. Cloud forests loom overhead on the volcanic mountain tops and down below are the swampy verdant valley floors with taro growing up a storm.
Soon we circle back on the main beach road without identifying the ever elusive paw paw patch. We turned down a two lane tutted trail to the Matutu Beer Brewery, a shed with an old guy washing beer bottles with a brush by hand and another guy with rubber boots and a jacket like he has been in a cooler.
The beer, there are two kinds, comes in tiny juice glass so we sit on the porch and chat with the guy in the boots. After discussing the state of education on Rarotonga, Bill ask him about a fruit he could see hanging in a tree and was told it was mangoes. He said the paw paws were Papayas—on tall skinny trees with a few split leaves. Ahhh what one finds out at the beer brewery.
Google: The name pawpaw is applied to the unrelated tropical fruit papaya (Carica papaya).
Now I just need a basket so I can pick up paw paws and put them in it. Then perhaps I shall make
Green pawpaw curry with 2 medium-sized green pawpaws 2 tablespoons butter, 1 large onion, 2 cloves crushed garlic ,1 small piece grated ginger 2 green chillies , 1 tablespoon curry powder , 1 cup coconut cream , 1 cup water, ½ cup lemon juice and Pepper by melting the butter,.2. Fry the onion, garlic and ginger for 3 minutes. 3. Add the chillies and curry powder and cook for about 5 minutes, until the mixture is a rich golden brown colour.4. Slowly stirring in the coconut cream and water.5. then washing and peeling the pawpaw, and adding the pawpaw cubes to the curry sauce. Cook for about 30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add lemon juice and pepper to taste. 6. Served hot with cooked taro sweet potato or breadfruit.
Or perhaps a Pawpaw and pineapple salad With 2 cups diced ripe pawpaw, 2 cups diced pineapple, 6 tablespoons lemon juice mixed together and allowed to sit for half an hour in a cool place, then serve with cooked fish or meat and some taro, breadfruit or sweet potato.
Of course I still haven’t found the paw paw patch.
Saturday morning in Avarua, the town on the Rarotonga, is the Punanganui Nui market. I find Ruda who sells picked Paw’s Paws from her red truck. She picks up some for me.
Ever in search of the unpicked (yet) Paw Paw patch we motor-scootered on a jaunt to the north from our studio on Sunrise Beach mostly on the inside/upper road—very narrow more like a driveway.
For my many followers who like geography, this road is called Ara Metua aka great road of Toi . The south end starts near the Avana Stream in Ngatangiia and going north passes over the Matavera Stream into Matavera territory over the Tupapa Stream into Tupapa territory and into the town of Avarua. It goes further but I will spare you the details — for now.
We met a little white truck leaving the area loaded with pineapples topped of upper leaves—have yet to see a pineapple with leaves on top on the island. We tried, unsuccessfully to find the pineapple patch.
I know we are looking for Paws Paws but we are easily distracted.
We stopped to chat with a working farmer out in his Taro field and figured out the most common crop we are seeing, besides coconuts is cassava, a high carb root, used for tapioca and known as manioc (māniota).
Cassava Cake is a dessert best served cold. It is easy to make.” says lola . We need 2 cups grated, cassava (aka yūca), 2 eggs, 1 can evaporated milk, 1 can sweetened condensed milk and 1 can coconut milk all stirred up and put in a baking dish in 350 oven for 1 hour. Broil 3 or 4 minutes until top is brown then cool in refrigerator until serving time
Google: In Chicago is the CASSAVA CAFÉ: They pay a mouth-watering tribute to the wondrous cassava plant—a part of daily cuisine in much of the tropical world—by using it to make all-natural, gluten-free bread and empanadas.
Around a narrow bend and there is a paw paw patch. Found!!
I found the fruit I was looking for but what is it I ,and perhaps you, are really looking for? Those things such as love, peace, wisdom and passion are intangible. We cannot hold them in our hand or turn their pages. Yet they shape our lives and are the driving mystery of all sacred wisdom: the only things worth saying are those things that are unsayable.
Suddenly standing in the PawPaw patch I realize that I have spent a life gaining fruit after fruit of wisdom, working to understand it and struggling to express and share it, only to become more a part of it, unspeakable, again into a stillness, exposed beyond resistance, and losing my ability to express the findings.
Oh, paw paw.
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