NONET / PALINDROME
heartbreaking to watch his sad demise
he disintegrates before me
now unrecognisable
ravaged by cruel ill health
trim and taut no more
his beauty gone
so strong bright
handsome
once
For Sumana's prompt at WHAT'S GOING ON....OVERCOMNG
WE SHALL OVERCOME
brings back memories
we sang this protest song in the 70s
on our many marches
these now old ladies achieved many changes
for the liberation of women
finally stopping the death lottery
and the vietnam war
yet sadly there is still so much to overcome
in a dangerous world gone insane
where it seems the dark forces are winning
historically evil never lasts
the light will shine through
the dark comes before the dawn
but it seems the dark is endless
if each of us could splinter a small crack in it
we could create an overwhelming light
BECAUSE
TANKA 1
a tranquil setting
wattle blooms early again
springtime has arrived
sydney dresses up for spring
always wears her sunday best
TANKA 2
these two in love cats
think they are doing it tough
because their slaves serve
"canned" salmon not fresh sometimes
and the birds make too much noise
TANKA 3
noisy butcher birds
if only they would enter
the clouds and stay there
instead of interrupting
our cat naps with raucous squawks
For those who don't know about the story behind Bach's Brandenburg concertos. In 1721, Bach
composed six “concertos for various instruments”. He dedicated them to a German nobleman and sent
the manuscript as a gift, hoping to land a job as the court composer in Brandenburg. The nobleman
never replied. Bach eventually took another job in Leipzig, where he lived for the rest of his life. Bach
had sent his original and there were no copies. The 6 concertos were lost for 130 years. They were
never performed. The manuscript was eventually sold for about $20 and shelved in a library. The
Brandenburg Concertos sat there until 1849, when they were discovered and published for the first
time.
SHADORMA
how many
lost masterpieces
are lying
mouldering
away in dusty archives
more precious than jewels
sadly some
have gone forever
have faded
disappeared
due to inferior ink
and antique parchment
was to be chained to a kitchen sink
cook bottle washer char lady combo
then
it had to be in pink
NO NO NO
rise up
break the chains
they cried
join the real world out there
take your place as a world beater
become a VIP
or even prime minister or president
but in her dreams after a while
unlike the liberated others
she found herself secretly
missing her chains
she wanted no part of it
out there in the real world
happy now
to be labelled boring unfulfilled
one of life's losers
a nobody
she just wanted to be a hermit
live alone with her cat
to
create poetry art music and tapestry
to open recipe and embroidery books
hidden away ( in embarrassment) for decades
behind the proust and kafka
cook delicious food
try her hand at making conserves
spend an entire day
in bed
reading romantic novels
august is a wicked month
will be glad to see the back of it
winter can pack its bags
good riddance
tis the season
of maelstrom and mayhem
around the world
in personal life as well
bring on la primavera
one week to go
can cope better with
fragrant blossoms
blue skies
bird chorus
longer days
and of course
goes without sayin
mangoes
spring is knocking at the door
winter packs its bags
no need for a heater now
trees blossom on the harbour
