Poetry

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) 😊
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Hello again!

It’s been a month! So hello! 

Here in Australia it’s getting on towards summer again, my favourite season! And I found this little description I wrote a year or so ago and thought it fitting to share. 😊

ALSO for anyone who read my story of the spread of Paterson’s Curse in Australia you will be either annoyed or happy to know that there is even more of it this year! It may be a pest but paddocks full of purple flowers are still beautiful 😆

 

Summer creeps up slowly. First the winter days seem more mellow, the wind blows less harshly, the sun blesses the land more often.

Then warmth drifts in for a day or two here and there, the trees and plants eagerly bud and bloom, hasty to catch summer. But it’s much too soon for them, the cold and the warmth proceed to play a game of catch-me-if-you-can, here now, caught again, chased back, peeking round that tree.

You can almost hear summer laughing as the merry pair run and chase each other. The paddocks start to turn bright yellow and deep green, rain falls overnight, flowers float out of the air, coming to rest in the welcoming soil, birds build nests, start families and carol unceasingly.

Then one day you turn around and the yellow paddocks have faded, the chase stops and warmth is the new crowned king. He has conquered the cold and now settles in for a long and peaceful summer.

The trees settle their roots in the warming soil, their happy leaves sheltering noisy cicadas and birds flying to and fro, busy feeding their babies. The air is rich in tiny insects. The warmth reaches clear to the bone. Every house has a sprinkler for the kids to play in.

This happy state continues until winter’s cold grows strong in its long exile and comes again to contest summer’s king.

But that, is another story.

-zu

In other news I’m currently reading Go Set a Watchman, the sort of sequel of To Kill a Mocking Bird that has sparked outrage in some parties and mixed feelings in others. Have you read it? What are your opinions of it? 

 

 

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Daily Poem, No. 120 “Lightning” – 13/3/16 (Also, Summer or Winter? Tell me!)

My mum was struck by lightning but I was never scared of storms,

Although everybody seems to love the breeze that summer warms.

I always had a dream, that I would learn to fly,

With thunder above my shoulder and lightning in the sky.

I beg the storm to take me up into the gold and grey,

The wind sings to me so sweetly, till I start to turn away.

I shall walk home through the olive groves and weep, for I’m down here,

While above thunder and lightning dance, there’s not a chance that they can hear.

-zu

Fun fact: my mum really was struck by lightning! Indirectly of course, which is why she survived, with a pretty cool story!  

Also, summer or winter? In this poem I seem to be leaning towards winter but in actuality I love summer best. Which are you? 

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No. 230 “It’s raining questions” 10/9/16

Spasmodic drops of rain delight the kookaburras mood,
Their laughter wakes the earth sodden and subdued.
A raindrop for a question, another pounding ‘why?’,
Softly when it’s pestering, a small wind for a sigh.
From deep and murky stars, rain falls like confetti,
Like a long line of laughing questions running down to the sea.

-zu

One Poem Every Day, Poetry

No. 223 “Deep Sea Diving Goats” (part 1, origin story) – 20/8/16

On the top of a mountain, there was an idea,
Grown on fresh air and plenty of beer.
Well actually, not beer, mountain goats don’t drink,
Well they drink water, but that’s all, I think.
Of course I cannot be sure, on the basis of this wild idea,
You never know, they could have been sipping beer.

So there were some goats, coming down from the top,
Of a mountain, they were unwilling to stop.
Because this idea was bigger than billy-o,
So down they charged, they would not go slow.
Because they knew there had never been a deep sea diving goat,
They were heading down to hire a boat.

-zu

Follow for more exciting adventures of the deep sea diving goats! As requested 😉

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No. 143 “Seasons Change?” – 14/4/16

Every time the seasons change, it feels exactly the same,

Each winter smells the same, each summers wind is like those that came,

A million years ago, when the blue sky never wavered,

And brief springs in Octobers are the same as those I savoured,

When I was as tall as the gate post, when I greeted the spring overjoyed,

And when I feel the hot summer air, I cannot be annoyed.

Yes each time the seasons change, I’m catapulted back to each past year,

By the same smells and sounds as then, today they are just as clear.

-zu