Pack the car. – 17/4/17

Tea freezes over in the morning
And the sky is never blue no more
Yeah my tea freezes over in the morning
And it’s a long long way to out-a here.
-zu
To be sung in a country style if you would, with plucking on the banjo in the background. Thanks. 

Remember That – 12/4/17

I’ve been thinking about the idea of not growing up. Not Peter Pan style, but on the inside, and not being embarrassed about being happy, especially in public. I think we can miss out on a lot that way, and end up not being ourselves a lot of the time. This is a poem about that. 

 

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Remember promising that
Never
Never ever
Not under any circumstances
Never in a million years
Just catch us
We’ll never
Just never
Will we ever grow up?

 

We used to
Laugh
At the solemn faces
The grown up races
The rat race
The no fun
Can’t do that
Don’t be silly
Stop.
Remember that?

 

We’ll never be like that we said
I promise we said

 

Remember one day learning that you have to break that promise?

 

When the world in all its glory
Forces schooling
Tests exams and failing
As and Bs and Cs
Like that deadline looming will determine
Everything

 

We learn that isn’t true
But then most of what we learn in high school
Isn’t true

 

When we’re taught that
Algerbra will be useful
I think it’s just because
That’s what the teachers what to believe
They’re stuck in school eternally, so
They rock in corners after class
Whispering
Algerbra is useful 
Over and over and over again.
And we?
We just leave them there.

 

When we venture out or are we pushed out
Jobs and money
Taxes
I haven’t done my tax for two years and to be honest I’m not sure where to start 

 

Remember when you were given money for the first time?
Like a precious assignment
This money in exchange for milk
Make sure you get full cream
Says mum
And did you?
Probably. You did well. You were successful.
You made the deal.
You completed the assignment.
You learnt another adult skill.
You walked a little taller on the way home,
And didn’t stop to pat the dog.
You learnt how to iron and wash up
Then how to brush your teeth every night
Because dentist bills are so expensive you do it voluntarily.

 

Now you are grown up
Capable and an adult
You have a job
You earn money
You have a car and you can drive it anywhere you want
You drive it to get milk.
You know the right degree of warmth to put into your smile for the cash register girl so you are friendly but not weird
Never look her in the eyes and she will do the same for you.
You don’t look at people in the elevator,
Or in the isles, or next to the fridge
(You get low fat milk)
You don’t even fog up the fridge window with your breath to draw faces
You hold the milk by the handle
Then carry it in a plastic bag
While walking down the footpath
And your walk is confident and straight ahead
Even if you’re accidentally stepping on all the cracks.

 

Grown ups
Do not laugh
At silly things
Like water splashing on our toes
And, oh look at that butterfly, 
And come play on the swings 
Dancing in the supermarket
Grandma gives you silver coins
And you spend every last cent
On something to make you happy.

 

Aren’t you glad to be a grownup?
Aren’t you glad you know these things?
When did adult get to be a good thing?
You’re becoming a mature adult they say
And I’m all for maturity
Which means knowing how to comfort someone who is crying
Or how to solve a crisis
Or make good decisions about not jumping off bridges
And being able to make tea even when the power’s off
But adult? Adult goes beyond maturity in unspoken slang
Adult?
Adult?
You mean
No fun
Tax paying 
Money making 
Solemn faces 
Rat races 
Umbrella when it rains 
Indicating to change lanes
I’m going to be late 
Line up and wait
Don’t be silly 
That’s too frilly
Proper and uncharming 
Frivolity disarming 
Promise I won’t be one
Look what we’ve become 
Boring
Boring 
Boring 
GROWNUP! 

 

AND GUESS WHAT!?
YOU DON’T HAVE TO!!!!!!!!!!
Yes that’s right!
Selling here cheap;
A one way ticket to being 20 years old or older, no matter how old, and still being able to have FUN!

 

TOTAL COST? A FEW STRANGE LOOKS!
TOTAL BENEFITS? Having so much fun.

 

And that’s the secret
The one that’s never taught in school
All this stuff you learn how to do,
Just to survive?
None of it matters.
The important stuff,
The really important stuff?
That’s all the things everyone is too grownup for,
Doesn’t have enough time for,
Or are too old for.

 

For example:

 

A LIST OF A FEW IMPORTANT THINGS. 
Making daisy chains and wearing them all day
And dancing when your favourite song is on in the store
Laughing with your friends
And loving people so much that it hurts
Standing out in rainstorms
Taking deep breathes of your favourite scented air
And standing up for what is right
And never being embarrassed to stare
At all the beautiful things in sight.

 

And yes I know it’s bad out there
We’re waiting for the promises to come
We get tired, fed up, and irritable. Which is ok.
But the rest of the time
The rest of the time,
We see everything through the laughter that bubbles out of us
When the happiness inside of us,
Is more than we can physically contain
So I promise
I promise I will laugh
I promise I will never grow up
I promise to remember how to be happy.

 

Also,
For all the quiet smile moments
The cannot contain the laughter moments
The silent shaking laughter moments
The chuckles of remembering those moments
And the take my breath way with beauty moments
Or the listening moments,
When being solemn is ok.
Thank you.

 

-zu

 

Oh, and don’t forget to play on every playground you see.
Thanks if you read to the end of this rather long poem! What are some things that you like doing, even if they are generally seen as childish? (eg. Playing on swings, skipping the cracks on a footpath, playing with your food, singing in public) 😊

Writing and drawings in books – Snippets of The World (2. Enid Blytons Famous Five)

I prefaced my first post in this series by saying that if you abhor those terrible acts of vandalism that one occasionally comes across in books, please don’t continue reading and the same goes doubly for this post. Please. Don’t continue if you will faint at the sight of permanent marker drawings in vintage books. Thank you.

So, to continue, I was going through my collection of Enid Blyton books this morning and I came across some gems that I just had to share.

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Apparently in my numerous readings of these fabulous books I didn’t notice these Snippets, or at least I didn’t remember them, so they were a nice surprise to rediscover.

The first was deceptive in its simplicity, I think. Just a name, address and prize card.

But I like the way someone has gone to the trouble of tacking a beautiful silk ribbon on it too. And I wonder what happened to Mary Palmer, since I would have acquired this book, maybe ten years ago, if she died or was downsizing? And does she still live in Bankstown? Maybe I’ll visit her one day!

The second one has a bit of history, first of in a library, it then was owned jointly by Pauline and Francis Smith. I like the tacky little notice to wash your hands before reading, I wonder if that was Pauline and Francis’s doing or the library’s?

This second to last one is my favourite, with two amazing sketches, done by someone still in primary school I’d say. If you’re familiar with the stories of the famous five, tell me who you think they’re of!

Here’s my take on them; the dog surely must be Timmy, in a ferocious attitude, possibly protecting the five in a heroic way. And the other drawing? I know it could be either of the boys, but I think, following the Timmy theme, that it’s George. Because, I don’t know, there’s just something about it that makes me think of George. What do you think?

And the last one I found is touching evidence of my own proud ownership!

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Sorry Marian, not this time. 😉

So I hope you enjoyed this second installment of Snippets of The World! If you have any found things that you think fit in with this theme and you want me to showcase them in my new series please email them to me at zurkpoetry@gmail.com, I’d love to see them! (I’d like to point out that I will not include swearing in this series 😊) Thanks very much! 

-zu

 

No. 187 “Frameless” – 19/6/16

Another prompt today! Again from Elaine’s Place, this time the prompt was Frameless.  We had to write a list of things that came to mind associated with the word, frameless. My five things were:

  1. The wind in a cyclone
  2. Deep black space
  3. An unending holiday
  4. Forever
  5. A plane in a clear blue sky

Then using those things as a frame, write a poem. Mine came out quite interestingly, see for yourself!

Wind is a lovely word
Draw it out – wiiiiiinnnnd
Say it softly, breathe the word, wind
The wind will never stay.

Item One: when standing somewhere windy,
Remember, the wind is not confined
By your standing in it
Or by your arms outstretched
Willing to fly.

While grieving,
For the wind or other things,
Stand outside on a flat piece of grass
And see how black the sky is.
(It must be night for this to work.)

Count each black space
In between the glowing pinpricks.
Tell me there is not more
Than the grass beneath your feet.
Then listen. Is that the wind back again?
Aha. I told you it would never stay.

Ok. Now you have both,
Wind and black sky.
Now imagine time has stopped,
Frozen. (Just like you, it’s cold out here.)
Ok, hold your breath.
How many seconds have passed?
Wait no! Don’t actually hold your breath!
HOW LONG HAVE YOU NOT BEEN BREATHING!?

Just breath!
That’s right, a nice big gasping breath.
(Sorry about that, I had no idea you’d take this so literally!)
Anyway… How many seconds have passed?
I’d say, as an estimated guess,
By the length of the wind,
And the size of the stars,
About 10,000 years.
Probably. Maybe not.

But it could have been.
Just then when you stopped breathing
The world stopped turning.
(You didn’t even notice, did you?)
But it did.
And the sky is now mottled pink.

Have you ever seen sunrise come so quick?
Each sunrise lasts forever and…
Oh wait, no, it’s over now.
Yep that’s it. Done.
Stop for a minute and remember everything we’ve done in this poem,
Which was your favourite part?

Now look up at the sky,
Where did that happen?
It’s baby blue,
Clean and washed new,
Oops that was a rhyme.
And look!
A plane is making a perfect white ark straight over the sky.

You know it would be nice to stay here forever,
In fact if you want to you can,
I won’t end the poem until you’re done, ok?
Oh wait, you’ve gone. Ok.

THE END.

-zu