Flower Of Canine Joy

When Momo discovered the moment of time,

every hour was an unfolding rose, every one

more beautiful than the previous flower and I

wish it were true for me, but today as I swept

 

Just like Beppo Street Sweeper said one step

at a time - then danced with the cables as the

CharBoss wielded an electric Steamer all over

the house, and I washed my way through a

 

Mountain of dishes divided into platoons, first

a shiny cluster of glasses & cups, then plates,

pots & cutlery; this sequence of  hours did not

seem to be unfolding roses & as I grew tired

 

It felt as if little gray men were smoking all of

my beautiful hours while I worked like a fiend

to get it all done; now after eating chocolate

ganache my stomach isn’t happy and I am

 

Searching for a lovely flower to represent my

last unfolding hour, the one thing left is a long-

legged terrier begging to play outside - kicking

bottles for him to catch, his sole purpose in life

 

At least for him there is an unfolding flower of

canine joy ready to bloom for an hour...

[Michael Ende: "Momo"]

Suffering From Unnamed Depression [Rev]

I’m suffering from sun deprivation & it’s not

my fault- I live in a country where the sun is

stock standard and without it, I’m lonely and 

lost - my hat’s superfluous and my clothes

are confused, what to wear when there’s no

sun to warm me when I’m walking outside -

 

Pajamas won’t do - yet they are my only warm 

clothes, gave my CAT jacket to my son, I live in

sleeveless tops AND a single rose-coloured long-  

sleeved-top combined with a rose-coloured scarf,

I will survive the day of no-sun: tho South Africa's

winter is guaranteed to offer us sunshine, when a

 

Soft drizzle falls in winter we’re all confused, it’s not

normal: we love long, gray or golden grass, we don’t

offer brightly shining phosphoric leaves on trees with

young sprouts as we see in countries - like England,

so please, forgive me for being depressed - I tried to

rekindle my old loves by watching “A Room With A

 

View”, the movie that had my dad and me entranced

when I was young - yet today it fell flat on its face - I

no longer see reality in these fancy yarns and need

saving from myself - from trying to escape winter in

Africa where the sun should be shining - the country

should be dry, not receive encouraging showers, but

 

I give up, I’m out of touch with the weather & people

all over the world and today we were told we are free

from wearing masks, something I used to cool down

by wetting mask material - it was the nearest I got to

playing Batman and Consort - why should life be so

difficult when I’m suffering from unnamed depression

Laughing Us Into Delight

[Diary Notes]

Nici is on her way back from Timbavati Game

Reserve, first went to Mbombelo - a name that

sings, in the province of Mpumalanga, another

singing name; her dad watching her progress

 

On his navigation tracker, every kilometre clear

she sent so many pictures of wild dogs & their

terrible teeth, in welcome I covered her bed in

new sheets, astounded to discover - she had

 

Covered her electric blanket with another thick

blanket & the fitted sheet had to be fitted over

everything: what an impossible task, her room

resembles Aladdin’s cave filled with everything

 

From perfume to computers to sand-filled flasks

from her travels; what a delight to have the little

Madame home again - ordering us to behave

while taking charge - laughing us into delight 

I Was A Secret Agent [Rev.]

[Diary Notes]

My old cell phone tried to commit suicide by sliding

into the couch & hiding out of sight, I’ll need buy a

new one or get a battery for the oldie; the Crocodile-

Castle-Master says he can buy it from the Pakistani,

I remind him an iPod I bought there sounded terrible,

but I'm willing to try again as I love my old phone -

so safe and familiar - nursing a headache, I wanted

looking at past victories - opened an old translation

of mine to gloat about my prowess, but it's riddled

with so many mistakes, and it's really shocking, so

I’m looking for things to cheer me up - yet even this

Asterix edition* can't stop sensation of crushing skull

Imploding on itself; maybe it's time to get rid of old

documents and try follow my guru’s advice: create

a new past for myself - I could play I was a secret

agent in Government Service with a Machiavellian

detachment towards aggressive manipulators & I

worked slowly to gain access to secret documents

& with that fantasy in place I should drink a pink gin

and tonic and wait for James Bond crashing into me

house to collect the secret papers I have stolen for

the Spies while running around with a wet towel on

my head in defiance of the South African sun every

afternoon delivering secret messages to my spying

Friends speaking French, but singing German songs

when all were inebriated drinking Martini’s - we spies

being careful to conceal home language preferences

and those who could spoke Arabic and IsiZulu: what

fun - all for being spies hiding behind the façade - of

an unobtrusive Government Languages ​​Department

*Asterix Edition: Five Adventures in one Book

But I Love Them All

I have interesting siblings, Peter Pan in

Neverland does his own sewing, makes

his own masks for Covid 19 and Attila the

Hun is cooking spinach and the Duchess

is putting up iron sunflowers in lieu of the

real thing - also Peter Pan made his own

hat, fell from his bicycle with his backpack

 

Then bought a folding table which pinched

his finger and he hurtled the table away - it

fell on his big toe crushing it - Attila had an

infection that hurt his eyes so much, could

not see for a while, the Duchess is handing

out spinach and making popcorn to face a

cold day - and they are not weird: I am, as

 

Sewing is too much for me, spinach inedible

when I’m finished with it, I cut my thumb and

bled all over the house - whereas Peter Pan

ensconced his toe in a plastic bag and I have

no iron sunflowers nor am I making popcorn,

but I love them all - and I love the Lord and

Master of the Crocodile Castle who made a

 

Sea-food chowder tonight - I’m allergic to fish

& sea-food, if I try sewing, I become confused

clearly my family is a delight and I was the last

one in the row when housekeeping talents had

been dispensed by whoever is in charge of life

Wave A Magic Wand

Some people push us away making obnoxious

comment testing our resolve, trying to scare us

off before we can turn away from them & break

their hearts and though I’m not good at keeping

my cool and rant and rave by myself afterwards

 

I always come back to the friends I love even if

they did hurt me in applying their rejection-first

policy - some so talented that I cannot imagine

what happened - to create such distrust in their

loving heart: I wish I could wave a magic wand

 

That would take the memory away so they can

abandon themselves to joy and start living free

from pain and accepting every compliment they

receive instead of pointing out how undeserving

they think they should be; I would build up their

 

Self-esteem & enjoy the conversation without

fearing I might cause pain when levity has me

laughing at absurdity, bizarre things & myself 

A Living Fairy Tale

There’s a little fairy world where a Poet-Troubadour

creates Serenades for a Little Nightingale he loves,

writing scripts that can bring dreams to life - I read

some of these magic epistles & the story became

 

Real through the power in the lyrical lines the Poet

writes and though there are no notes the rhythm is

real & makes the story glow until reality disappears

and it feels as if I’m right within the scene he writes

 

Using lines that delight & charm, changing things in-

to a different universe as the Poet assigns different

meanings to things and the story sings not passing

through the ears, just words rearranged to make a

 

Mental change thus creating a living fairy tale for us