A friend of light!

She relived wholly while
she was telling me her story
vividly
the how, the when, the what
and the why.
Had I had a camera running
it would have shown
a vivacious, wild,
wondrous woman
lit by the rain
and the sunlight
shining through the window
in the quiet vanilla deli
the weather reflecting
the different moods of their well
such a welcome web
on a Wednesday afternoon
in October - a veil over
the dragging, but wholesome week.

To Mali

Fill in your own words...

In far away ...
lived a youngish ...
who had a ...
They went down to a ...
saw a ... in the ...
What happened to ...
the ... asked.
I .... knew, exclaimed the ...
All I realize .....
that....
.... a lousy ....!!

NIMBY

The things we do not do
are the missed opportunities
of serious ball game
in our own backyard communities.
However, sometimes a claim
to do something good
is a divine inclination of yore
to feel greatly understood;
yet your intentions were
somewhat different than that
you really didn't care
whether the neighbors an eyelid bat'.
You just wanted to play
in your own charitable way,
but nobody realized that
you were just a miserly cad
who could not afford to donate
and let others you actuate
when really and truly
you did your best and cruelly
it can be said that you did
you were your own "el cid".

Odd phone call

Strange phone call
to thank me for something
I would have done anyway
(I think)

All because of a unknown voice
I had to be a broken record
because to me it was (not) done
(I digress)

The past is still the present
the present represents the future
and the future will meet the past
(I know)

Oddities and normalities
frugalities versus spendabilities
Creativity not followability
(I hope)

The mysterious progeny

My youngest child is a reader
he is an avid young male
where as I am your average matron
alas, that is how he sees me
whereas I as of the baby boomer's
wild and know-it-all generation
think that I am just right
that I can do whatever I want
(within my economical sphere).
Heaven help me
if I even mention the matronly name
I have never been a lady,
in my generation they are few and far...
We share the same political views
why else would he be my son?
But apart from that he is
a mysterious androgen
like my own paternal donor.
If I did not know it
I would think I, for sure, have given
birth to my own father,
except for one thing
the progeny of mine reads, reads, reads.
(Something my father never did
maybe he couldn't???)
I am truly amazed at the blend
of humanity, and egotistical verve
of my youngest - blessed with
one feature
charm.

(A mother's musing)

Theatre and what it is?

Physical theatre
exemplifies what we sample
when going out
looking at the world
Psychological drama
is how we react
when we exist
in our own little world
Philosophically
we either experience
drama, comedy, boredom
or disengaged
acting inertly or
Passionately theatrical
feeling with all might
what the whole world is about
or not....

Recyling bins

In the far off corner of my ear
the recycling bins get emptied
all over my neighborhood
then I know it is Friday
and we can start new cyclus.

Over the milky way's Cygnus
there is the black hole's display
of being sheer misunderstood
when you support science' frenzied
desire to save the earth so dear.

My grandkids should live not in fear
of having their skins jellied
in sunny Aussie' lack of wood
but enjoy their childhood's play
seeing the coming of a nimbus.

Spider of the screen

Today, sitting quietly
at the keyboard
minding my curious business
a spider walks across the screen
asking me,
What did you say?
I have nothing to spill,
I tell her, I just look.
Nah, you do not see
the bigger picture,
my furry insect exclaims.
Oh, why not?
Granted, you watch the world
from your screen,
but do you experience it?
Smell it?
It is like second hand smoke.
Not the true reality.
Get up and off your duff.
And she huddles off into a corner
starting to spin her tale...

October 13th

Ethos Pathos Logos
long forgotten terms
from philosophy class
revisit them
once - twice - three times
a lady
or a gentleman
in the human mirror
reflections
never veer far from
the Greeks.
Pathos Ethos Logos
emotions of the keyboard
can never replace
our human feelings
epitomized
in the goodness of
a person
helping fellows in crisis.
Logos Ethos Pathos
reality and clear speech
enthralls the listeners
as well as the messenger
and defies the wild guess.
Just a thought of rhetoric
on a sheer clear cold
October the thirteenth day.
where politically we need
all of that.

A burial haiku

Death hits every day
whether we like it or not
flowers for a friend.

(For Tom)

Babushka's off!

Take off your babushka
on the old ladies' summer day!
In some cultures
you gather mushroom -
in others you pick apples.
Michaelmas in one place,
St Martin's summer
in others languages -
and from the 18th century
it is called Indian Summer.

That is what we have today
a gorgeous day - not too hot
not too cold after a spell
of chilly mornings.
I still applaud the old
grandmothers who take off
their babushka on a hot day
letting their hair low
in the free floating breeze.
Just now I am that girl -
letting herself be warmed
forgetting for an instant
that I am a babushka too.


Babushka is a head scarf
as well as a granny

Washing machine philosophy

Washing machine's noise
Saturday's poise
designed to employ
gives great joy
modernity's ploy
rest and enjoy!

Vitality

The chicken or the egg?
the hen or the rooster?
The yolk or the white?
Just another health booster!

A perpetuum mobile

A mobile in motion
moving - circling
hanging by the thread
flowingly suspended
a life of its own
rhythmically free
as close as one can get
to a violation of
the second thermodynamic law
of perpetual motion.

There has to be an air current
a lowly quiet breeze
a feline indolent licking her fur
a dog sauntering sweetly by
a child's light laughter
lovers' heated embrace
anything close by stirring
slowly lingering
and you will discover
its unique singularity.

To Flensted Mobiles

A flying egg

a full Monday moon
a raging tune
a burst flying balloon
somewhere in the sky
on the sly
away from the fry
a sadness encroached
an egg not poached
a cocoon unbroached
lifeless memorial
somewhere equatorial
a sea struck burial