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To Avalon! To Avalon! Twenty-six miles from door to door.
The Catalina Channel Isle: my destination off the shore.
We sail a wide and glassy sea, arriving Friday evening, late.
The Grand is seen from far away, guards the harbor, silent waits.
To stroll the boardwalk, drool as salted taffy’s pulled,
tour Zane Gray’s pueblo house, protect your lunch from diving gulls.
Catch a movie at the Grand’s mesmerizing, giant screen:
magical, this castle fort, not believed unless it’s seen.
Sleeping on the boat at night, rocked to sleep by gentle wakes,
row the dinghy in the morn, skindive for abalone steaks.
Journey back home Sunday night, late arrival into port.
Monday morning, foggy dreamland: school simply does not comport!
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(memories of childhood trips to Avalon Harbor on Catalina Island off the coast of California)
Memories lie strewn like scented petals
Emitting sweet fragrance, they tickle my senses,
Taking me to the time, when after a long wait
We got a gift overdue, lifting our joy to excesses.
Into our nest a birdie came, tender and treasured,
Chirping incessantly, making our dusky days bright
My first born, a baby boy, a late arrival
Who altered my life and made me soar like a kite.
Another came after three years,
As a late-night guest, giving us added joy
Excitedly we watched our little boys run and play
As our house rang loud with laughter and cry.
Elder one was bossy, still they were true brothers
Grew up to be our pride and joy, bringing cheer
No noisy brawl as the younger was obliging
They rarely quarrelled, preferred to be together
The ash laden cinders of our heart blazoned with our sons’ arrival
The elder one was hyperactive and was quite inquisitive
He would ask- “Why rain always falls down and never goes up”
Questions- making the answers less by definitive.
Once when l was holding the little one in my hands
The elder asked- “Of the two, who do you love more”
I could see a trace of sibling jealousy flashing on his face
I fell silent, but knew it was a question I couldn’t ignore
Drawing him closer, after a pause, I answered
You both have place in my heart that no one can take
When you win, my heart sings in joy, when you fall
I come to lift you, when misbehave, my heart, you break.
If you stay a sweet child as you are now,
My heart will have equal space for you and your brother
With all doubts cleared, I saw a glitter glimmer in his eyes
He nestled closer, with no more fears to bother.
.
Love Delayed
Who could have known?
The pattern of life was already here.
Hot and cold in its earthliness.
It only required us to find our willingness
On a simple classroom first-glance,
Even as neither was looking for the other.
There…
In a small learning room no one would remember,
Given its utility plainness,
That place where you might have lost your way,
Save for the invisible aura finding purchase
In my psyche that was to reveal itself
At a later date.
Perhaps…
It was then that we both heard synergism reaching,
The sound of muted longing,
Like an hourglass whose means of clocking intervals had halted,
The salty tears of lost time causing life to harden
Until that moment
When quiet arresting of awareness
Had no choice
But to chance another flow.
Later…
Between distant geographies of being,
We merged our words into visions of mutual respect
Forged later with touches of inner unity
Into an even later sunlit afternoon of bonding amidst friends,
Where we reached modestly for infinity,
Becoming independently one,
All while Love’s late arrival
Held tight our hands
As we made good
Our once invisible auras
Held invincible within.
I was a late arrival
born in nineteen fifty-eight,
during the folk revival.
As a kid, music was survival.
Records then sounded great
on a platter or a plate,
like Peter, Paul, and Mary,
and Puff on a seventy-eight.
Later, having no place to go
and no one to meet,
Mr. Tambourine man would show
a wonder I did not know.
In my consciousness, he took a seat,
I listened o'er and o'er.
I put it on repeat -
something worth living for.
Chase dreams, he would entreat.
How I remember, in the park,
I heard my first live electric guitar.
At the sound of that spark,
something in me, no longer dark,
like fusion in a star,
with electricity instilled,
from where I was, it took me far.
Everything inside me thrilled.
That was only just the start.
There are too many bands to name,
who created musical art
to expand the mind and heart,
no two of them the same,
like the Airplane and Grateful Dead,
peace and love, they would proclaim,
and those sentiments would spread.
AHA HAIKU 14
Old friend calls
How are you?
Song of long ago
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Old condo ambience
Familiar faces converge;
Robot moods
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Chinese tea
Aids digestion;
Sip fond brew
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Cute boys charm
Innocence wakes up;
Naughty sparkles
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Last journal entry
Some time ago;
Death punctuates
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Illiterate old lady
Well-educated son;
Lovely finesse
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In your eyes
Love tells;
Affair complete
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Age comes clashing
Old bones brittle;
Mental meltdown
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Cold morning wind
Wet warning sign;
Dark clouds cluster
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In your fond smile
Love lingers long;
Sad farewell binds
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Airport tarmac
Big birds fly;
Distant destinations
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Blurry awareness
Early wake-up call;
Consciously sleepy
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Poise of choice
Waiting game here;
Late arrival
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Leon Enriquez
06 June 2016
Singapore