Saturday, 23 May 2015

Mel De Mere

Mal De Mere – (She Sickness)


Sometimes when I look at her
The sun is shining on her skin
Bringing a lovely golden glow
And she is calm and I can be lulled to
Sleep by her gentle movement
And her quiet voice.

Sometimes though, her face reflects
The dark clouds above
Steel-grey in hardness and colour
Her movements, still, quiet and slow
But with hidden power
And ominous Intent.

Then afterwards, calm again. 
Quiet.
Gentle
No hint of her previous outburst
And I can see a glimpse
Of that golden glow.


MDC 6/4/97


Saturday, 25 April 2015

Realisation


The sun, the moon, the wild dark ocean
The ice, the dune, devoid of devotion
The dim, the night, the forbidding mountain
The dream of hope, the dewy fountain.

The eye, the sight, the rising, the dawn,
The greens, the blues, the feeling forlorn
The tongue, the taste, the day, the dusk,
The sound of autumn, the smell of musk

The ear, the sound, the morning new
The distaste of bills long overdue
The yawn, the groan, the anguished cry
The bitter aged asking “why?”

The wicked, the clever, the dumb, the deft
The rich, the powerful, the poor and bereft
The quick, the slow, the wise, the sloth
The golden thread in the dark cloth

The king, the queen, the abdication
The folly of his fabrication
The subject revolt, the nation hissing
The realisation of a kingdom missing

The courage of love, the cowardice of hate
The strength to accept the command of Fate
The resolve to live with faith unfeigned
The humbleness to be justly-blamed

MDC

5/5/97

Friday, 20 March 2015

The Anguish of Love


Oh! Fierce is this flame that seizes my breath,
My body, my soul, my life, my death;
It burns in its fury, it kindles desire,
It consumes, but alas! It will not expire.

How wretched my life! No rest I know,
My heart is indifferent to joy or to woe;
For this flame in its passion kills, burns and destroys,
My grief and my pleasures, my sorrows and joys.

In the midst of such perils, all methods I try,
To escape from my fate - I weep, laugh, and cry;
I would hope, I would wish for some respite from grief,
But have not the courage to ask for relief.

If I conquer this foe, or if defeated I be,
Is alike in the midst of my torments to me;
I would please, and displease, but between me and you,
I know not, nor care what I say or do.

I cannot be still; I cannot be quiet,
I cannot sleep nor care what is my diet;
The flame in my spirit; this burdensome grief,
Is desperate to take me beyond my belief.

I drink it; I eat it; I dream it too.
I’m driven insane for my love for you.
I cry to the heavens - How can this be!?
That I be smitten with insanity?

Will I be delivered or remain possessed?
Tortured, enslaved, at this rogue flame’s behest
Where has life gone in its simplicity?
Oh please my darling, come rescue me.

MDC
9-10/2/93

Happy anniversary Suzanne!

Inspiration from the writings of Alfonso de Cartagena

Saturday, 14 March 2015

The secret is out!

For so long, years in fact, the happiness, beauty and sheer joy of living in Toowoomba has been enjoyed by only those who were born here or who have cast aside common misconceptions to discover reality for themselves.

Well, not for long.

Increasingly visitors, both weekenders and short-stay workers, are telling others about what they have discovered during their time here in the world's best city.

This article, by visitors here for only one month, provides some of the highlights that we get to take for granted.

Why we're Taken with Toowoomba is a great way to remind yourself of some of the reasons why you don't want to live anywhere else.


Wednesday, 11 March 2015

A Scholar and a Gentleman

Graham Stewart is a scholar and a gentleman.

I can say that because Graham has not only been a long-time teacher at the Wilsonton Campus of Toowoomba High School, he is one of the nicest and most genuine people you could ever hope to meet.

I worked with Graham for some years when I provided I.T. support to the Campus. Graham's over-riding focus was always the students. When he discovered that a large portion of the school population arrived each morning without having eaten breakfast, he set about doing something about it. So a couple of mornings a week, Graham organised a nutritious breakfast for anyone who wanted it.

Graham did not dress like a 'normal' teacher. He did not speak like a 'normal' teacher. But Graham'c care and concern for those around him was never in any doubt. It was there for everyone to see.

I saw a picture of Graham being interviewed by ABC's Belinda Sanders about the ukuleles he makes. Typical Graham,  he goes quietly about things that matter to him without fuss or fanfare.

Good on ya Graham!


Monday, 9 March 2015

First eggs

I have been waiting over a month for today. 

After a lot of planning, a lot of hard work in preparation, a lot of running around to buy the various bits and pieces and building feeder bins, brooding boxes and water delivery systems, and after even more waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and ...

You get the picture.

And now, here's one for you.

The first eggs! 

Only three from six birds? Another five arrived before I could get this post up!

Oh, I can see it all now. I'm going to be enjoying omelettes, souffl├ęs, meringues.... 
Yum. I'm off to the kitchen. 

Saturday, 7 March 2015

That Moon


Oh sure, she was pretty; a real "looker" actually. Blonde hair that just screamed "beauty!"  Bright eyes that just looked you in the face and smiled a smile so deep that you could happily drown in it; and a laugh to match. It tinkled its way to the surface and then bubbled down over everything; getting in every nook and cranny, and changing the colour of the moment, the hour, the day, the future and the past.

And to be sure, she was smart too. Smart enough to know she was smarter than me, and smart enough to know she would never have to state the obvious; and so completely unconcerned about it all. Didn't feel the need to bolster my ego by making me look smart, nor did she ever make me feel small by trying to make me look smarter than I really was.

And sure, she was kind too. Trained to be a nurse, not because the job interested her, but because she wanted to look after people! Career was never her focus, but she had no problem with me focusing on mine. But whenever she had the opportunity to be kind to someone, she just did it. Regardless of how inconvenient it might be to her, which it never was. It was as automatic as iron to a magnet; a law of nature I suppose.

And I know; I was lucky that she even looked at me. God knows, she had enough men falling over themselves to be with her; be in her presence (which was like living in the sunlight); be in her thoughts; to have her laugh, her smile, her eyes fall upon you. I wasn't the only one travelling for hours, shifting responsibilities, shirking responsibilities, scheming, conniving, manipulating and jostling to be with her. And I know there were others that were more suitable. More educated, more wealthy, more driven, more astute, more clever, more funny, more SMART; more, more, more, just MORE.

So I resolved that I would bow out. Not make a big deal out of it, but simply, slowly, gracefully, slide out of the picture. As much as it hurt, I was smart enough to know that sooner or later the game would be up and I would be seen in a truer light. I became determined about this; had made up my mind and was congratulating myself over how smart I was.

So OK, I know many will consider me a coward. Some will consider me a weakling, a failure. Some will say I was unwilling to pay the price; that I had not prepared myself for the loss and pain, but how could I have known that the moon had chosen that night to become my adversary?

I blame THAT moon.