Rhythm of Life Interrupted
Jill Wherry
These days I am often alone.
No emails or chats on the phone.
My children lead meaningful lives
believing their mum truly thrives.
One weekend I feel far from well
for sneezing is giving me hell.
That morning, I hasten to mention
I’m longing to gain some attention.
It’s no fun when you’re feeling crook
and people suspect you’re a sook.
When I start to grumble, they scoff
Till, hearing the rasp in my cough.
Companions, who no longer tease
Receive the reward of a sneeze.
I’m cheerful and eager to mention
My sound effects gain their attention.
Friends clean and they shop and they cook
While I lead the life of a sook
No need, to be lifting a finger,
I happy to let symptoms linger.
But soon I am treated with menace
When caught nicking off to play tennis.
So now, I’m distraught but must mention
I’m plagued with unwelcome attention.
Belonging
Barb Gonda
Without place, I stand alone.
I am first generation Australian;
my heritage scarred and scattered by war.
I grew on this country’s red earth
as a weed blown aimlessly,
lacking roots to lay claim;
devoid of legacy.
I grieve my lack of implicit belonging;
I sigh with my own dreaming;
to belong to the rhythms of this land…
to share its heartbeat.
I sense its consciousness,
am moved by its tenacity of presence.
I drink in tones of endless outback deserts;
worship great gums breathing, reaching;
rejoice at rain’s miracles
and concede the rights of fire and sun.
Through weavings of knowing and being known may I be granted me a home imbedded in the heart of country.
Allow the seeds I create with my life
to be the heritage that bonds me…
a child belonging to this ancient land.
What is Serenity?
Karen Robinson
The peace, quiet, noise, calm,
business or pace?
Watching the ocean waves rolling in?
The warmth of the sun, setting,
embracing and wrapping;
the unconditional love of a child?
The sense of that moment?
A memory, a photograph,
one that is yours and yours alone?
A cup of hot tea warming
your hands and heart
on a cold winter’s day?
Is it a smile, a reminder?
Do we escape to find serenity
or is it there, right in front of us,
warm, lingering a long and intimate kiss?
Is it something we seek,
or what we try to achieve?
Serenity, that moment in time…
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