A letter to Tom and Mary

DVerse and Mary have invited us to write an Epistolary piece –http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22718
For The Poet’s Pub – http://dversepoets.com/2013/08/17/poetics-sent-with-a-stamp/
Apologies for the length.

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Dear Mary and Tom,

May I pen a letter asking who you were? I know you are my grandparents,but that is sadly all

Grandpa we never met, I have no stories of your life - this I only blame myself
for the questions were never asked - how sad that I did not

So please I ask forgiveness, as I never knew you as a lad
nor the trials you faced in life, witnessing the wars

I know not how you met 'your Mary', or how you sang or even laughed
how regrettable, that all I know of you - are your old photographs

Grandma..
we did meet, but was for the shortest while, a child of eighteen I came to England to see you the first time. You took ill, a stroke struck you and I tended to your body,such an english rose with you hair of silver curls, porcelain skin, rosy cheeks, in floral dress and string of pearls

And I was young and so naive and went 'round countryside and fell in love ..or so I thought, when your death I read by telegraph and I the one too self absorbed - even to attend, this regret, in life I have and I carry it to my grave for I thought of only me, so I ask for absolution - for not honouring you in death

I shall make amends, though I know not where you lay, to pay respect, to show
my love – Australia’s so far away

I cannot lay a flower nor stand with my head bowed.I cannot say "I'm sorry" though I yell it now out loud. Your life, like Tom's I never knew, only now that I have aged - I wish I could have known you more, with remorse, I turn the page

18/08/2013

Non-Fiction – to my Grandparents – I keep still, in silence, in memory of you.

Believing

can you see the strength inside of you
you are the rock imbedded in the sandy soil not
swaying with self doubt whilst water washes over you

you are the sturdy tree in the forest
tall and solid that holds the canopy aloft
standing fast, nothing bending your resolve

but how shall I convince you; what words will
penetrate the rock that is you; for you are
stubborn as the water that tries to break it down

it's about belief - in yourself
it's about trust - in yourself
it's about optimism

breathe a little

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do not preempt with sleepless nights
or days cast in shadows
what has not yet befallen you
seeing will be when it arrives
and not a moment sooner

never a moment sooner

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The Liptember cause (see link below) that Kayla (my daughter) is raising monies for, is still going. Those of you who have kindly donated we thank you.  As yet they do not have a link on line for overseas donations, so if you would like to donate please do to the below bank account details…and please let me know if you have donated, so that we can publicly thank you.

Supporting Australian Womens Mental Health

https://www.liptember.com.au/kayla.tacken

Liptember Foundation
Commonwealth Bank of Australia
BSB: 062 000
Acc no: 1390 1111

here and now- The Daintree for DVerse

http://dversepoets.com/2013/08/06/open-link-night-week-108/

I apologise if I can't get the link to work 😦 connection and this new toy of mine are not wanting to co-operate. 😦  

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open fig trees bent boughs roots entangled octopus arms submerge into mangrove mud as lizards run tails quivering dancing in the 1960's memories of

tree snakes slithering hide and seek – coiling under cranberry coloured leaves whilst crocodiles drift sleepily eyes popped over gentle waves

stretched legs along the boardwalk rainforest canopy umbrellas protecting insect frenzy, back legs rubbing and darting fish confused swimming upstream

country town atmosphere; slow pace coffee to go; window shop along the river bank – no city pace friendly waves "good morning"

with the lapping of the Daintree, catch the tourist boats shuttling visitors back and fro – sugar cane dances on the breeze hawks circle for the cut spying

mouse or unsuspecting rabbit as their prey – mountains soar to touch the clouds; could I write this in a darkened room nay the visuals are what I had today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I apologise Joe if this is not in keeping with the Theme for this week, but I'm holidaying and not staying indoors. This was my day and I wanted to share.
The structure even went askew…I'm giving up …goodnight…adieu.

550th Post – This will excite you beyond your wildest dreams!!!

No… no it won’t,  I’m fibbing.

However it is exciting Mr. S and I as we shall be here as of tomorrow afternoon –

http://www.paradiselinks.com.au/

Then after 4 days we shall be here

http://www.mercure-harbourside.com.au/explore-cairns-hotel.html   can’t grab a photo unfortunately.

I need warmth, I long for warmth – I have to have warmth – here it shall be warm.

I shall be taking my IPad so my writing won’t be as manic as it has been of late, but I shall still post now and then ..as I need to use my new toy. As I relax poolside while Mr. S is playing Golf, sipping a cocktail or three, I promise to think of you…no I will…honest..

So you see – it’s a win win all round,  I get the warmth and a holiday and you also get a holiday from me not cramming your inbox up for 7 days!!  Whoot Whoot for that!

I shall try and read what I can before I close my eyes tonight – but now I’m off too pack (summer clothes) as we leave at 6am …and I’m just a wee bit excited about the whole damn thing.

Take Care all, keep writing.

Love to you all

xx

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LIPTEMBER WOMEN’S MENTAL HEALTH CAMPAIGN – AUSTRALIA

K – daughter #2 is still on top of the leader board. I wish to thank those who have already donated to this worthy cause.

Please forgive me, but I shall post the links on each posts for those that would still like to contribute.  https://www.liptember.com.au/kayla.tacken

If your sponsors donate directly to the charity from overseas please use the details above , they can make a direct donation via bank deposit and notify us by email info@liptember.com.au so we can issue them a receipt. We would then credit these donations to your profile.

Liptember Foundation

Commonwealth Bank of Australia

BSB: 062 000

Acc no: 1390 1111

Give me a shout out if you have supported her so she can write a few words to you. 🙂

Tonight it’s mumsy the rambler not mumsy the poet

Please don’t all breathe a sigh of relief.  Okay you can if you want too. I haven’t rambled for a while so I thought before I get stuck into writing prose (continuing probably into the wee small hours of the morning – as yes I am no longer in the work force) I thought I would just ramble.

Those who wish to delete, watch TV or totter off to the kitchen to make a tuna sandwich feel free for here is your window of opportunity before you get enamoured with my babbling.

So what do I have to tell you (what’s more what would you be interested in)?

Last weekend I attended the Funeral Celebrant Course (Sat and Sun).

Oh my viewers it is a tad more involved than what I first thought. Nonetheless I apparently now have the Certificate verifying that I did the training and I am a Funeral Celebrant (I can see you all lining up..well possibly not) besides it may get a bit expensive with overseas commutes though… kidding I won’t charge that much.

I won’t bore you with all the details as I know how long posts can put you to sleep. I have a couple of assignments to do, which I started this afternoon. Then well, it’s in my court – to get business cards made and go and promote myself.  Feel free to ask any questions (if you can think of any) and I shall answer them (if I can think of the answers).

As I said I’m no longer am in the work force – scary, daunting, watching pennies, trying to perhaps get something part-time until I get my self established.

What else?

Hmm this morning I had the absolute delightful pleasure of meeting face to face a real blogger from WordPress. I know gasp horror, hard to believe that the people we converse with on a daily basis are actually living and breathing human beings.  This lovely lady is from http://sarahannhall.wordpress.com/about  Sarah Ann Hall and her equally delightful hubby (we shall just call him Mr X).  Please visit her if you aren’t already – she is a very talented young writer.

They are over here visiting relatives and as Sarah and I got to chat a little I suggested meeting up for a coffee.  They are younger (sigh) than I, but that did not halt the conversation, though I think I possibly bored the pants off Mr. X , as when I am comfortable with people (yes even on a first meeting) I babble like a baboon. They now have my entire life history whether they wanted it or not. So when you get back home again Sarah and get back on WP – I thank you for the lovely time we had and it was special meeting with you both and I once again apologise for chattering so.

The other part of my day was opening my emails to see a blog about….can you guess…yes ME!!!  So utterly unexpected (the cheque’s in the mail BH) and so thoughtful from the delightful Scottish lad as I call him Shaun.

His blog and post on moi if I may be so bold is below. Please go visit him if you don’t already, regardless of me being mentioned.

http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/2013/07/30/great-bloggersfriends-9-jenny-httpramblingsfromamum-wordpress-com/

He pulled from the archives 3 pieces I had written that he had enjoyed and it made me smile to read them again. So I would like to publicly thank Shaun for doing this for me, an unselfish and quite an ‘oh my’ moment. 🙂

So that is my rambling, hopefully you haven’t nodded off – I thank you so much for reading.

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K – daughter #2 is still on top of the leader board for the Liptember Women’s Mental Health Campaign. I wish to thank those who have already donated to this worthy cause.

Please forgive me, but I shall post the links on each posts for those that would still like to contribute.

https://www.liptember.com.au/kayla.tacken

Liptember Foundation
Commonwealth Bank of Australia
BSB: 062 000
Acc no: 1390 1111

We’re thrilled to have you on board and very impressed with your position on the leader board so early 😉

If your sponsors donate directly to the charity from overseas please use the details above , they can make a direct donation via bank deposit and notify us by email info@liptember.com.au so we can issue them a receipt. We would then credit these donations to your profile.

Give me a shout out if you have supported her so she can write a few words to you.

xx

Winter in Melbourne

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Photo Credit: Dandenong-Range-Photography.com.au

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As ice clears on my winters morn
heavy dew melts ‘tween the blades
that crackles under shoes
I smell the smoke of open fires
creeping from houses nestled in my
neighbourhood, circling from chimneys
into the atmosphere, vanishing
as it dances with the grey
I wonder if I will feel the sun again
my body warmed against the chills
the smell of hot scones freshly baked
plated on kitchen benches toasty
warmed from those that sit
conversations with hot tea

no snow, but cold enough in Melbourne
in a winter, frost that paints the windows
of cars parked along the streets
house windows, trickle panes with water
as cold clashes with the heat
and I rub my hands together to stop
the chill entering my bones
rugged in boots, coat and scarf
I walk the path, the biting air
nips my cheeks, breath exhales white
into the air, teeth chattering

the sun will come around once more
a few months, is all I have to bare
of waking in the darkness off to work
returning in the same stilled black
but I know, as sure as every season comes
longer lit days will arrive once more
where smiles are more readily seen on faces
venturing out of doors, ceasing the will
to hibernate as short beaked echnidas do
for we have no bears that hide in caves
as I wish at times I could

Mumsy has been busy

Some of you may or may not know that Miriam from Another Wandering Soul  and Life and other Tales and I have started a new site purely for our poetry.

This is a collaboration of two minds, a young, vibrant one from Germany, and a slightly older fuzzy one from Australia.  The site is

http://wordsfromheretothere.wordpress.com

Below are two of the pieces that I wrote in the last few days. I will (apart from photo challenges) be placing my poetry works in this site, so I ask if anyone is interested in reading my work that you pop along over there. Miriam and I do joint pieces (one line each or 1 stanza each) or individual sets and also choose pictures where we write individually and post (without peeking at each others work prior to publishing).

I post these only to show you that I have been writing the last few days, just been a little remiss with ramblings – which I intend to rectify over this weekend. For those that are following us already – we both thank you. To those who haven’t popped in, we look forward to seeing you from time to time, pull up a chair, relax, the wine and cheese are on us 🙂

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Courtesy of:      designinstruct.com

PROTECTION  7-6-2013

I shielded myself from your cruelty
the harshness of the elements
weren’t as strong as the
taunts you bandied, fists clenched, angered eyes

sheltered protected, I tried to hide
in recesses of my mind, I sort solitude
and dreamt of open plains where
I was free to run and feel no pain

hold on I said, I told myself a thousand times
buffer the words that you scream
until I broke, my mind collapsed
my parasol too weak to stave your evil

THE LOVE BOAT – 7.6.2013

In love what shifts like sand
friendship – admiration – trust
should we reassess now and then
where we are at; where we head

Bow or stern which way to walk
which direction; for better or worse
as waves tumultuously hit
the foundations of my judgment

Perhaps the middle along the keel
where balanced thoughts are kept
or walk along the bilge persuading
darkened thoughts to dwell submerged

Top deck I could spritely march
tossing away indecisiveness
casting aside my unjust fears
as the winds blow the sails

After Life Meetings – continued

I haven’t written for a few weeks on my sessions that I have been attending. Please see here if you do not have a clue what I am talking about.     the-spirit-side-session-2

I have been to 3 session since last writing.

The first was an open session to any members of the public that were interested. Carol – the ‘Head Medium’ stood for 2 hours, giving readings to those present. Towards the end of the day she stood up and said Simpson. Now Mr. S’s surname is Simpson, so I raised my hand.  Bearing in mind that I have not discussed anything about Mr. S or his family or my family to anyone in these sessions.

Carol said I have the letter A on this link, I see tattoos on the upper arm, there is also an army link and a ship. She also held her chest and said she had a crushing feeling. I had no idea who she was referring too, as I don’t know Mr. S’s relatives (spirit side).

During the week I checked with Mr. S’s mum if she knew of any relatives on her side that matched the evidence that Carol gave.

Her fathers name was Albert – He had the letter A tattooed on his upper arm. The Army – he was in the Light Horse Brigade. The Boat – he played violin in a ship band. The crushing feeling? He passed suddenly in a room by himself of a heart attack…..

Last Wednesday it was the ‘class’ I have only stood once if you recall and have politely sat back listening and watching others for a little while. One of the Dutch women (Miny) gave me a nudge from the back, telling me to get up again.She was quite adamant that I do so.

Reluctantly I stood and faced the class. One of the more experienced mediums stood up with me. This was the conversation.

me “I have nothing, I’m still not sure what I should be doing, or if I simply make things up”.
she “All of us at first think we are making things up, I want you to simply go with what is in your head, whether you have visuals or hear, now who do you see?”
me “a woman blonde shoulder length hair, passed with something here (I held my hand on my stomach)
the lady (Miny) who had told me to get up raised her hand saying that she could accept it (ie she knew who I was  ‘seeing’) I continued.
me “this lady loved big necklaces, chunky”.
Miny nodded.
me ” She was a very happy, bubbly woman”
Miny “yes”
me “I see floral curtains in a sun room and a garden in tiers, landscaped”
Miny “yes”
I can tell you I was shaking by this stage.
me “I see two children a boy and a girl”.
Miny “yes”
me “the boy is quite tall, taller than the girl”.
Miny  “no the girl was taller”.
me “this woman, she passed September”
Miny ‘yes”
me “early September”
Miny “yes”
That is all I saw, no matter how I tried I couldn’t get any more visuals or ‘feeling’.

Miny said that I had described her sister who had passed away, the only part that wasn’t correct was the son being taller than the daughter.

My brother also came through..in a very quiet way (I have been hoping he would since I started these classes) but I shall leave that for another post.

So do I believe? I am more convinced than what I was in the beginning. It hasn’t been proven that spirits don’t exist…is it always merely a coincidence……

Friendship turning into love

As you may or may not know I met my man the secretive Mr. S  (well only secretive because I call him Mr. S and not by his name) on an internet date site, here in Australia. Some sites are reputable, others are shams.  Fortunately the one that we used was reputable. Yesterday we celebrated 5 years today of knowing each other and sharing our lives. I had written a post some time back about Internet dating on-line-dating-its-not-just-for-the-desperate  but after celebrating our fifth year, I thought I would revisit.

This post however is more about how we met and how life can change if you step outside of the box in a not so conventional way to try and meet someone. When we first met on line,  we emailed and chatted back and forth (on the computer) for many weeks every night, we then plucked up the courage for phone calls, again a few weeks, every night, we would talk for hours and I mean hours. We also reached a point with these phone calls where we did the “You hang up…no you hang up” scenario.  Strange you may say for a woman who was 52 years of age.

I had only seen one photo of him, on the dating site, I only heard his voice, or read what he was like when we emailed or chatted on line.  Trying to gauge a person without physically seeing them can be daunting, but I had to have faith in my intuition by his down to earth nature and humour,  that if nothing else I had found a friend. When we decided to meet it was a strange feeling, number one as I had never gone out with a bald man before (or nearly bald I should say) and number two, what if he wasn’t who I thought he was? The doubts came into play and some uneasiness. I had arranged the ‘phone call’ (from daughter # 2) to phone about an hour into our meeting just to check that everything was going smoothly. In the end though I put faith in my gut instinct that all would be well. We met in a public lounge in a large Hotel Foyer, plenty of people, plenty of noise for distraction if required.

If anyone is contemplating meeting someone off the Internet, this is a priority, do not meet them at their home or in a venue that you would not feel safe in. Our first night was pleasant, yes several drinks were consumed to take off the inevitable edge. The conversation did not flow as easily as what I thought it would, considering the amount of time we had talked on the phone and unfortunately I (even though I  thought I had) had not quite reached a place of completely getting fully over my ex, which came to the fore later in the evening. Yes I cried tears when Mr S tried to kiss me, I was ready (or thought I was) and though we did,  my heart was not there, my thoughts were elsewhere. It was traumatic, how could I treat someone like this, this was not fair on him, so at the end of our evening we both decided that it was best that we remained just friends.

As we were both single and mature adults, neither of us were into the pub-pick-up scene, so movies, dinners etc and having company we thought was better than spending our lives alone,. We also decided that if we met anyone else along the way then so be it, we would part our ways but hopefully still have a friendship.  As the weeks passed we saw each other every weekend. Before either of us realised, our friendship had grown into something more. Was it love? The age old question of what is love, how do you define it, what should it feel like, were raised (in my head at least). As a teenager I had many boyfriends, I wasn’t a ‘tart’ but back in my ‘youth’ I thought there was only one sure fire way of hanging onto the ‘boy’ of your dreams… I think you can understand what I am saying here.

When our hormones were racing madly, all we thought about was sex or hanging off the arm of the best looking boy in school, we did not know at that stage it was merely lust not love. I was capricious in my teenage years, I look back now at the ‘want’ of having or being with the ‘boy’ that all the other girls wanted. Did we love each other..we said we did back then, but truly we did not know the meaning of the word. There were the butterflies every time you saw him and equally as much, the ache in your heart when you didn’t. Back then we did not care what they would make of themselves in the future.  We cared for the superficial, or sadly to say I did.

As I grew older, I was able to look at the person for who they were, their core, their values in life.   We all would like wondrous love that is forever romantic, but realistically in many cases, the romance does fade a little but love still remains. Mr. S  and I promised each other (when our light bulbs went on and we knew that we were no longer friends and we were in a serious relationship), that we would never fall into the ‘rut’ – you all know what I mean. The relationship where you don’t appreciate each other, where you don’t make love, where you take each other for granted. Have we maintained this promise? For the most part yes.

Do we appreciate each other after 5 years? Yes we do, Mr. S will put the dishwasher on, or hang up washing, or vacuum floors, or clean the house, without me asking. He knows that I work and that the weekends are for ‘us’ as much as possible. I in turn, will mow the lawns, put the garbage out, or help him when I can. Do we take each other for granted? No, we thank each other still for helping, we tell each other continually that we have appreciated an action or a compliment given.

We laugh, we dance like teenagers crazily around the house, we compliment, we kiss, we hold hands, we hug, we make love, (whenever both of us are awake long enough), but I know that this man that I met five years ago, whom I only thought would only be a friend and nothing more has turned out to be the man that I love and care for, more than any other relationship I have ever had.

Love can develop from friendship.

Yes love , especially as we get older means certain aspects of your relationship slows down or changes, love is knowing that, that person is there for you, is there to share your sorrow and your joys, someone whom you can depend on, talk to and are comfortable with. The butterflies still flutter, just not to the same degree as in your youth, this is something that happens to all of us. Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be ashamed of.

There are many forms of love, many degrees. No matter how old you are communication and respect for one another must be maintained. Finally the ability to make one another laugh, remember to laugh together.

Mr S and I have not had a cross word or argument in 5 years. Proof that LOVE can grow from friendship.

Warrnambool Pub – Anzac Day 25.4.2013

Three old diggers were they heroes or not
I cannot say
Anzac Day in Australia twenty fifth of April just passed
Did they fight in the trenches defending our country or perhaps were they flag bearers for their Unit
Looking closer
They wore medals on smartly pressed suit jackets, hair washed and neatly combed
Celebrated with a Dawn Service
Heads bowed in prayer laid flowered wreaths against stone monuments
Thought of the ones they left behind who did not return home as they did
Thought of those lives they knew and were lost so young

I stood in the bar on my recent vacation and watched these three distinguished old gentlemen
As they sipped their beer
Reminiscing and possibly shed a tear of sadness for the terror that they saw
Or hopefully a laugh with a fellow comrade of a happier moment they recalled
I opened my purse
Telling the bar tender, three beers for the ‘lads’ please and he smiled
He poured three beers and said these are from the young lady and pointed to me
They looked up
One by one they came through the door from the opposite lounge and walked towards me

Thank you they politely said
Thank you
No one has done that for us before
I looked into their tired watery eyes
I looked down at the medals they proudly had pinned
I said you are most welcome
Happy Anzac Day boys and
Thank You