At Tok Tok -- Asian fusion for talk talk perhaps; I have no actual idea. A lot of tok tok was had, though.
Two poems inspired by the day and night (Sunday 8 May) of celebrating mothers the world over.
Listening to my new
Mothers Day Beethoven
is walking through
a fresh garden,
familiar yet surprising.
carefully to the ground
as if selecting where on the grass
they want to come to rest.
One nose-dives now
unless we should think leaves all alike.
How sad when the power runs out
and there are
no more mums;
no more leaves,
and no more Beethoven!
When Beethoven is switched off forever,
that will be
than the end of the whole world --
Beethoven, mums (my husband and children), and autumn leaves...