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Tasmanian Europa Poets Gazette No 178
February 2019
Judy Brumby-Lake, Le Smack, oil on canvas |
A Letter
I've waited and waited to hear
from you -
Your silence is so strange, so
deafening.
I know Shenyang is far away,
But even at the tap of
your keyboard
You could have wished me a
merry Christmas,
Or wished me well for New Year
-
After all, we have been friends
for thirty years
And once - much more.
I fear that your Christmas was
not merry,
I even fear that for you there
will be no more Christmases -
Or new years - ever.
Yes, I know what China has
achieved
And the world is astounded by
its technology.
Though you are not of their
heritage,
Your heart and home is Chinese
- and your pride!
We are of the same age and I
always believed that,
With your brilliant mind and
inexhaustible vitality,
You would outlive me -
Or has your mind clouded now,
so that I'm a ghost,
Whereas I thought you might
be?
Where are you, my friend, my
inveterate traveller?
Perhaps you really are not of
this Earth now,
Perhaps you
are exploring a new world
On "The Dark Side of the
Moon"?
I will wait for your call
from up there!
Joe Lake, Estuary, acrylic on canvas, 30/40 |
Words
Lush
green whispers in gentle breeze,
Birds
sing in discordant harmony,
Animals
play at night games,
Insects
fight survival’s eternal battle,
All
that lives above must die;
It
is in the order of things.
Lower,
in the everlasting sleep,
a
body rests, disintegrating,
Words
are their living gift,
Words
defy the final breath,
Words
are never forgotten,
Even
as that lush green withers,
As
flowers pale to naked,
As
winter bites cruelly,
Words
are joy in dark grief,
Echoing
over grave’s silence,
At
beginning and end,
Words
are the song above intense quiet.
Michael
Garrad January 2019
Mindful
I wish -
The time of the day
Could stay
And not stray away
With memories of past times
And delve into the future
Of rhythms and rhymes
As yet unloosed
From cells of grey matter
Like children’s chatter
All now encased in this skull
Much tattered and old
But remaining forthright,
Mindful and bold
Cocooning
Cocooned in mother’s warmth
An oasis from the reality of life
Living in the shelter
Of mother’s embrace.
No knowledge and tribulations
Or joys of what tomorrow may bring
Just living for the moment
Cocooned in mother’s womb.
Sun
I
won’t forget sun’s death,
I
will remember sun’s birth,
Life
slips by with every breath,
And
with each breath is beautiful memory,
I
live the memory and who you are,
I
try to reach you as it was,
As
I wish it were, seeing, hearing,
I
am trapped in a replay moment,
In
the instant you were here and gone,
I
search in familiar places,
I
know you are there even though you lie beneath,
I
cannot lay beside you now,
And
I didn’t then, in dark hours,
I
didn’t hear your call in veil of despair,
Perhaps
I didn’t listen.
I
savoured interludes that were fleeting afternoons,
But
it wasn’t long enough,
I
remember conversations that brushed gossamer curtains,
I
recall them over and over,
Images
now, regrets now, until I am not,
Sunset,
sunrise, always and ever.
The
grass is growing wonderfully now.
Michael
Garrad December 2018
Charade
We
are a charade in the game that is us,
Actors
on this stage, audience adoring,
Projection
of an image, expected,
Genuine
as a tight smile,
Keeper
of secrets behind open, false eyes,
We
are the other in fertile imagination.
They
believe this image, without seeing,
Lives
concealed by the veil of pretence,
We,
who bathe in accolades,
Armageddon
a breath away,
Behind
shutters we scream freedom,
The
charade is exquisite in perfection.
Michael
Garrad January 2019
Upon
A Rhyme
Upon
a mood, I drifted, so sublime,
Rode
the back of imagination,
Defied
the brotherhood of time.
Earth’s
crusted remains,
Memorialised,
Spacious
flight of soul,
Splendid
motion,
Eyes
in perpetual dark,
Eternal,
Exultant
scream of birth,
Weeping
span of joy,
Recollections
in the cold of spent ashes,
Scattered
in false hope,
Vacant
blue, the Entity’s treasure,
Part
of and all of domain’s riches,
Surrender
to agony’s freedom.
Upon
a mood, I drifted, so sublime,
Reached
beyond existence,
And
found symmetry in rhyme.
Michael
Garrad January 2019
Sonnet
The dawn of time when love grew from within
To build the structure of the human race
To flex and let the dreaming love begin
To hold us with a singular embrace.
To dare to float above the stony throng
To download all that is continuous life
And though the time this takes seems long
It will be worthier when we arrive.
But many who are weak will not survive.
The forces of lives’ twists and turns are cruel
But those who see it through may yet arrive
Especially when they have played the fool.
Downloaded software drives us from within
Determined, categorical, to win.
Joe Lake
Henry Hellyer's Dream, acrylic on canvas, 30/40 |
Small, delicate but very strong, our Elza.
So very independent -
Mum worries of what may happen.
Receive a card saying she’s going to Germany,
No more.
Thinking she arrives on December 21.
Phone call - she’s coming on December 19 at
4.45 pm
Waiting at Devonport.
The largest smile on her face to see her
family,
Nice to go abroad but better
To be in Australia,
Her home.
Yvonne Matheson
Joe Lake, Jerusalem, acrylic on canvas, 30/40 |
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