Tannhauser

The melodic haunting
french horns grips
my frail grim heart -
that yearning -
screaming of harmonious
longing - alas
it will forever be combined
with the composer's
philosophy as well as
my Melbournian loss.
A dichotomy forever
in my brain cells.

A little poem for my grandkids

I wish I were a balloon
so I could travel unhindered
then I would visit Rangoon
on my guitar fingered
nowhere would be taboo
Melbourne or Kalamazoo
I wish I were a flower
to bloom in a garden near you
or on the Eiffel Tower
on your windowsill of bamboo
of love and smiles and hugs
grandkids you are my buds.

Miasma?

Meddling miasma
miss the point
not knowing what
is the focus -
but guessing
wrongly at this time
and there is
nothing
one can do about it!

Turn the clock?

Son of mine,
so far away
and yet you
now get it
you with
three kids
and wife -
your turn to
be an adult.
And for a
brief time
I wished
I could've
turned back
the clock - but
for your sake
not!

Dust mites here I come

I am still in my pj's
on a Saturday morn
hubby is busy washing
and doing mundane stuff.
I did that yesterday
vacuuming, no wait I need
two more rooms - aiee
gonna do those today
don't feel like it,
but the bugs of dust
will multiply if not.
So the eyes in my house
watches me wondering
does she really mean it?

Grand daughter and Heket

Heket - goddess of fertility
a female figure of ancient Egypt lands
showed herself in all beauty
in a museum - like a strand
of strings formed the thread
from antiquity to today
- my grand daughter will be
the next generation's Heket.