Some More Small Stones

January 12, 2012 at 9:58 pm | Posted in Australia, Experiences, Mental Health, Nature | 2 Comments
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Here are four more of my Small Stones.

I intend to write a proper blog post tomorrow.

 

9. Sharing

At a holiday plaza today, Sunday, a sea breeze cools the sun’s summer heat.

People stroll in ones and twos, but mainly in family groups. 

Children squeal with delight as they splash in the fountains.

At alfresco tables, people dine: 

head-scarfed Muslim women, their husbands and children share a meal of fish and chips;

a Japanese family of three generations also tuck into the same fare;

Southern Europeans and Scandinavians enjoy hamburgers, with soft drink or coffee;

we white Australians relish our lunch of doner kebabs.

We share what we like, what we enjoy from other cultures –

the good things don’t have to be foisted upon us.

Can we not agree to disagree on those things that divide us?

 

10. Acceptance

Ninety-year-old man,

active and independent all his life,

must now accept assistance

in even intimate activities,

because he knows

it is the only way he can remain

living in the home he built himself

almost sixty years ago.

 

11a. Dreams – Crushed Stone

She looks into her mind to watch the thoughts

that flit and circle and wander aimlessly

changing, running together,

like the soft amorphous globs in a lava lamp.

She finally sleeps, and falls into dreams

that come from nowhere and go nowhere;

mares of the night that offer only

frustration and hopelessness,

that echo with futility and despair.

Awakening, she cries out in anger

against these dreams that seem to be

more horribly real that reality.

But at least she awakes.

 

11b Tidy

My desk is tidy at last, after being in a mess for two months.

Today I cleared it and threw out the rubbish.

The rest, I have put into order, so that I can find what I want and what I need for my writing and my work.

I hope I can soon throw out the rubbish in my mind;

the dreams that have recently reflected its turmoil.

 

12. Flying Foxes

Thousands of flying foxes (many people call them bats)

hang from the trees beside the Parramatta River.

From them comes a constant chittering, even though they are supposed to be sleeping.

What are they saying?

Are they talking in their sleep?

I wonder what flying foxes dream about.

 

© Linda Visman

 

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  1. Liked them all. The Flying Foxes reminded me of the bats that Austin are famous for. I like going downtown to the Congress Bridge and watching them fly out by the millions and head out to eat mosquitoes and other insects. There are so many, it’s like watching smoke trail above the river.

    • I have seen footage of bats streaming out of caves to feed at night. What a spectacular sight!
      Our flying foxes are nectar and fruit eaters, and they roost in trees rather than caves. I have seen thousands of them streaming off at night in northern NSW, where my youngest son lives. Makes you wonder where they go.


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