Plans Awry

Drifting off to sleep
I comfortably knew my
plans to catch up washing
clothes, cooking meals next
day would be hectic, still
would afterward leave
several days clear for
urgently important business.

In a pleasant haze of finally
decided plans I slept soundly
…………… and woke very late
next morning !    Aaaarrgh !

The electric kettle quite dead
would not switch on so large
quantities were boiled in a
saucepan taking time, have
to buy a kettle next day.
And so a nonstop busy day
moving very fast, clearing all
tasks before the days ahead.

Plans Awry


A very beautiful response to the tragedy on our cost today.


Been a sad day here today.  Two whales, a mother and her calf, got stranded on the beach near Dargaville.  Rescuers did all they could but sadly the baby died.  They were trying to refloat the mother today but not hopeful now as high tide has passed.  I guess that poor mother just couldn’t bear to leave her baby… I wrote her a Karakia.

Bless O Lord, Leviathan
tossed out from the sea
called by her calf
on the dangerous strands.

Pity for a mother
bereft of her child
and those who labor
to save her life.

Whale song drifting
on the tides

View original post


On The Move

Mum picked up five year old
Michael after school daily, also
next door’s five year old Peter.
At home she gave them plain
sandwiches to last them till
dinnertime, not tempt them
to extra, though young Peter
strangely ate a lot. Then
the boys played till Peter’s
sister came for him, their
parents were home from work.

One day a FOR SALE sign stood
on Peter’s front lawn, soon after
covered by SOLD. His parents
were set to move by themselves
so Mum helped, her children
at Grandma’s for the day.

Going through town Peter’s Dad
picked up a rental key, Mum’s heart
sank as she saw that shabby rental
home after packing sparse contents
sparse larder at the previous house.

Late afternoon  she made sausage
and egg pie in her roasting dish,
took it to the new rental home.
She stared as two parents, three
children stuffed hot pieces of
pie in their mouths as she put
the dish on the kitchen bench.

For the working poor starve too.
The 1980’s boom bust cycle
scattered them by the wayside.

On The Move

School Days

At the teachers daytime course
Miss Jones saw a familiar face
gradually recalled a little girl
in a classroom twenty years ago.
Bright, alert, assertive, learning
easily, surely she would have
moved on beyond conventional
fields such as primary teaching.

Surprised at Miss Jones’ greeting
the young teacher did not remember
a school term in Miss Jones’
six year olds’ class Why did
Miss Jones remember her ?
Some children stay in a teacher’s
mind for their abilities, behaviour
personality. This young woman’s
abilities, personality, stayed
in Miss Jones’ memory.

“Where did it all go ?” the
young teacher wondered
to a stunned Miss Jones.

The young teacher recalled her
high school years, a sarcastic
maths teacher needling pupils
daily, overshadowing the rest
of the high school day………….

………. quenching energy and self
belief enthusiasm and confidence.

School Days