Finally got home at 1:30 am this morning after delays with connecting flights and delayed baggage deliveries. The time difference (Melbourne is three hours ahead of Singapore) helped with the late night, but it was harder to wake in the morning. Consequently, I was late into work, getting in there at about 9:00 am, instead of my usual 7:15 am. The weather here was cold and wet and the crispness in the air was a welcome relief from the tropical sogginess of Singapore…
The garden has started to bloom in earnest now and the irises, primulas, roses and jasmine are beginning to look glorious. Our native frangipani, Hymenosporum flavum in the front yard is in full bloom and the delicious fragrance of the blooms was a welcome in the darkness of the night as I turned the key in the front door. The grey skies this morning, the wet streets and the cold, crisp air triggered in my mind some memories. Passing by the Melbourne cemetery in the morning also may have helped in inspiring this poem that was jotted down on a paper bag, to be transferred here tonight.
Spring wakes deep in earth the sodden seeds Making more acute my pressing needs; The rain that gently falls will wash me clean No more my painful memories will I glean.
I loved you such a long time ago And yet I chose dreams to forego.
The greenwood leaves unfurl and open fresh The breeze still cool, tempers my burning flesh; Desires, passions, loves I bury deep in earth Path chosen, heart dies, mind more is worth.
I loved you such a long time ago But now allegro turns to largo.
As flowers fresh are laid by a new dug grave All your thinly disguised betrayals I forgave; The falling night will usher in the stars Silence – except for mournful cries of nightjars.
I loved you such a long time ago Now where to turn? To whom to go?
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
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