A Collection of Saga Seeds
Poetry. Prose. Bereavement. Despair. Catharsis. Hope. Redemption...Chocolate.
Saturday 7 October 2023
the eye within
Saturday 10 July 2021
Qu’est-ce que le sens de la vie ?
La vie est dure
Qu’est-ce que le sens de la vie ?
40 jours d'enfer
je ne peux pas l'accepter
Je ne veux pas de ces blocages
La vie est dure
Les politicians rendent impossible
Nous en avons besoin rapidement
Nous avons besoin covid vaincu avec des vaccins
Trop lente en Malaisie, j'ai mal à la tête
La vie est dure
après 40 jour 8% de la population vaccinée
Aller plus vite!!!
Nous devons reprende la vie!
Qu’est-ce que le sens de la vie ?
-Anne V
Sunday 4 July 2021
A Hymn to Mum and Dad
Is this a journal entry?
a lament, a hymnic soliloquy?
I feel the time ticking past sneakily
My pulse beats on stubbornly
Ba-dup-dupt beats
1 year and 21 days after my dad's stopped
22 years 9 months 8 days after mum's sonic boom soul
bellowed her up and away from our hall and grounds
I see no reason to go on
everything in me is all hollowed out
and I am ready to be done
Take me now God. End this cataclysmic storm
I am not gonna off myself -please, You know this
Call the fates to do their snippy snip pwned
Except that I have this thing I created
In dad's bro's Alisha's and my name
And now it lives on like a human being
My firm's practice my sole reason for living
Which now has pivoted
to also bear the name
Of my sister from another mother
If I end wherefore does this being go?
It lives if I live
For awhile there 16 months actually
I felt the clocks of my life energy Sounding down
The march of the years electric with mum and dad
I could not stand stepping into the sunlight of impending tomorrows
Without them here clocking the days with me
It took 1 year of waiting for the clock to wind down
And then I realize
My parents are winding on the clock
Time-turning me to each sunrise
From where they stand on the other side of Eternity
Happy and at bliss together and they expect me to walk this path?
How?
Why?
I cannot.
I just can't
Then I see their super golden faces
deep in my REM's inflight all lit
They want me to step into the sunlight
Keep their DNA moving with my feet be fit
With my eyes- with my tears- with my love
With our joint karma
and our destiny unwrit
So maybe I do not end within this calendar
Of becoming me, a Party of One knocking on heaven's door
Where behind Dad and Mum
I see our family tree the multitudes roar-
You do not yet belong here-
When do you soar?
Maybe the clock alarm keeps calling at 6pm
dad's word- breluteadinnerupper-
to insist on survival - a resolute foraging for food
and then my REM dreams klaxon out
Dad and mum sounding me onward
where my life force needs to be
it is not yet time to think of an ending
orchestrated inexorably by Father Time
With the finality of the Angel of Death
I keep on not keeping on yet keeping on
Furball assassins of the long sleep- on guard
and 2x a day demanding I be their guard too
- quis custodiet ipsos custodies- in this meowfdom
The dawn beckons and I have an A7 chord to strum
The music starts again to faintly hum
That is what mum and dad would have wanted
With them be all the glory
Amen
-Anne V
Sunday 14 June 2020
Destino
Saturday 13 June 2020
Death
Thursday 13 February 2020
That's the Thing : that which is unsaid
Musings at sunrise & sunset
The skies while travelling hither & thither with Dad
When you travel with elder loved ones
They're the reason, and that's the thing:
Patience is the currency of Love
Away from home: follow the light |
Enroute from home to somewhere: the skies they speak to us |
Far from home: an awakening that the sea cures everything |
The way home: you can sense it in the clouds and the skies |
Friday 31 January 2020
Climbing Out is the Best Thing We Ever Did (a song for Mimi)
Fight back and obliterate the brainless masses.
They can fool only some of the people
some of the time and not all of us all of the time.
Saturday 26 October 2019
A Submarine of Cauliflower Gas
to quadruple the effect
and triple the reaction
to what Newton
ever envisioned
a submarine
of calculated reactions
cauliflower blasts
so gently Holistic
that it smokes out
the purple people eaters
hidden behind
hollow doors slamming
the monster cramming
escaping in old datsuns
Tuesday 22 October 2019
Between the Spaces Unknown
Monday 7 October 2019
Bump (a song for mum)
because
I said so
God of the End of Things
do you see me
standing here
all carbon burnt
no mercy
down to the bone
just chunks
of petrified
Wood
no hints
of a rewrite
only the stillness
Waiting,
a wraith of time
holds fast
Smiling,
dead in the lime
Brown eyes
That beckon
Lights dim
spaghetti monster
gets eaten
No lightning crash
i will not rhyme
any happy words
with flash
but see here
I'll give this a
John Wick-ish gash
and an existential smash
all blackest red
and moon ink
see me here
all mariana personified
deep in the trenches
The mendacity
of second dimensional hope
The fluttering candle lopes
Like a jackal in hunger
yet awaiting
the hippopotamus
bump off
the third dimensional
reality cliff
awaits us all
freefall into the rainbows
a tomorrow of stars
in a windless eternity
of dimples and
head bumps
starry
and brightly blue
my mum
she gleams
I see you
Anne V (2019)
Saturday 5 October 2019
A Different Kind of Narcissus (the kind that is Eternal)
I see through you
And I know you
Your shiny brown eyes
Through and through
Glossy two-way (it feels)
mirrors, no, no, they are lasers
inscribed in memory
of your face reflected lovingly
Gleaming back at me
A thousand billion notes
chromatically they fling out
contrapuntal richochets
broken shards shimmy
Eyes of pearl tears and yearning
Video calls and FaceTime
Zero-sum meaning
Are those glances cast down
a carnival djinny-clown
A beautiful rictus
The denial licks us
the loss of self kicks us
You only want
what you see
You only love
who you used to be
and that makes me
insecure everywhere else
Time-keeper of my soul
Are you still in time
to see the rest of us
Standing here waiting
Loving you
Because of what you are
In spite of what
you and I have become
through the years
The Demigods of Circadia
universe Interrupted
Can you not see
the destruction
of the dusk
feel the utter lunacy
continuing adjacent
of smashed clock-hands
ground to a fine metal powder
intra-dimensional separation
inter-localities ignored
from dawn to dusk
in an endless loop
through decades
and suddenly
kilometers so far apart
they might as well
be light-years
Deity Terminus
Sordid self-absorbed
Oxygen-breathers
Can't grind things down
Into cosmic sand
That blows through
Eternity and beyond
Time-wasters
of mindless hopes
Vanquishers
of time and space
So beloved
most pungently
rafflesiacal
of blooms
O maniacal montage
O beloved Timekeeper
(and Madman with Daughter)
in our midst
Narcissus flowers three
This was a story
of filial piety
spanning the
dusk and dawn
of two centuries
And now
Angelus Terminus
You loom
over us all
A stopwatch
Most Jugular
In our midst
It will all end
when you do
the arterial jump
that binds
infinite combinations
of a calm peace
And then, silence
-Anne V (2019)
Saturday 24 August 2019
Nonsense Rhymes #113
The stars they stare down at me
As I decide to walk down the alley
It is a shortcut to the car park
I hear the footsteps approaching
A long shadow floats
Dressed all in black
I am sure I have melted into the night
I cannot be seen
Just as the footsteps come upon me
I turn around
and give a bloodcurdling yowl
And the shadow falls down
with a howl
I hear his ankles crack
I frightened him
Dressed all in black
What a sight
I am the vampire
That has melted into the night
Anne V (2019)
Thursday 12 October 2017
The Street Urchin
There was a little bright red flower growing by the embankment on the side of the road. Its petals quivered gently in the dusty wind. Its stalk bent delicately yet it held on there. Giving a pop of cheerful colour to everyone passing by.
It danced in the wind.
Tuesday 1 August 2017
Mercenary for Hire
A mercenary for hire has not job security
One goeth where the money taketh thee
-Anne V
Wednesday 12 October 2016
The Pot of Seven Colours
The very edge of the rainbow
Peering into the pot of seven colours
It contains no leprechaun's gold
But a starlight diorama of bliss
of her best most-dimpled smiles
And his brightly gregarious guffaws
I want to leap merrily and freely
Into the lightning starburst
And free them all from the ties that bind
I hesitate daily...because to do so
Would be to bring
the angel winds of silence
Into his life once more
Anne the Obscure
Saturday 18 June 2016
Prose That Goes Nowhere (After 5.00am)
The lack of anyone else breathing
The sound of my own thoughts
Loudly comes the clanging in my head
Then I realize that this is the life I chose.
and lack of time to do the necessary
Causes one to lose the custody
Of that which is precious
One's daddy dearest gone eccentric
The remaining parental unit left
and one's sole companion
Surrendered to the BU three
Of brother, sister in law & lil niece
Maybe it comes too soon
Maybe it come not at all
Maybe it lives in my snot
As I finish another 3 hour session
of tears and transcriptions.
It is the only thing
in this empty apartment
That shares its warmth with me
Damn cats think I am being eaten
by crows and alligators
When the tears spring out at 3am.
all five of them together
And recite some furball incantations
They will turn into the affectionate dog
I always wanted and could not have
But whither
the five kitteh furballs goeth
If I do that?
Will the local council
confiscate my cat-dog then?
No dogs in apartments, hey.
Maybe there is a spell
To make him shape-shift
Between 1 big dog and
5 itteh bitteh kittehs...
What in the hell am I writing here?
Snap out of this shit, eh?
Get thy act together dumbass
And go get one's father back
[R2D2 beeps. Lightsaber clicks.]
Lightning zap
Thursday 16 June 2016
Metamorphosis
caterpillar to butterfly is painful.
It seems the metamorphosis
from a person with family
to a person with no one to call one's own
It is ghastly.
I never wanted to get married
I never wanted the 2.5 kids and the house
with the picket fence
But I thought that my dad and I
We would always be a team.
Ever since mum died in 1999
Dad and I, we have been a team
Each other's family
And now
My dad is staying with my brother
And I am alone in this apartment
Well
I guess my brother deserves
to have my dad for a bit
Anne V
Tuesday 16 February 2016
Excerpt of an old Love ode...all wrapped in Chocolate Raves
The nonchalant whistle, those piercing brown eyes
That stared at me under Bellamy Hill's evening light
You glared at her and proclaimed her my abuser
Threatened to sic the Gurkhas on her if she kept talking
You knew her evil right away, you saw me before I saw myself
I will bathe myself in dark dark chocolate
I will find you in the deepening hours of the night
I see you lick these hard chocolate nips
And taste my dark rummy super toffee chocolatey love
All over your pouty prickly peppery pineapple lips.
-Anne V
Saturday 19 December 2015
The Flame of Our Universe (and the Story of Us)
Books and papers, albums of memory
I see an ant crawling along the wall
Following it I see a line, a crack
And then I know where this leads...
These fissures came at the end of 2004
Not only a tsunami that changed us
It was the beginning of the end of days
The windmilling shift in our lives...
Began when you flew away without me
To find the world at your fingertips
And fantastical ideas to towel-whip
Acolytes who laugh at dirty coffee mugs...
And deny the truth before their eyes
They hate the same things as anyone else
A decade will soon bring boon to bane
While I stayed behind to honour and keep
The utopia of our joint memories...
You know this - but do they all know
Have you made it clear to them
What binds us? Yellow ribbons and rosaries?
I see I will become the keeper of stories
And if i haven't already made the shift
The professional mollycoddler of dreams
I never signed on the dotted line
Nor promised you an eternity without me
Saturday 31 October 2015
Schooled
I stare pseudo-balefully at the screen. Not again!
Incessant hay fever attacks strip away at my patience
FaceTime moments behind faceless micron masks take their toll
They demand cavernous coronary-causing rate reductions
Not knowing how much work goes into every gorgeous submission
Ensuring accuracy, perfection and absolute precision
In a Lecterian moment of dramatis imaginae I scream for blood
I dream of yelling at supersonic volumes into the night sky
Sandblasting their pleading eyeballs into tiny shards of submission
Lightly grilling their ocular liquids with red auras of my rage
Colouring the shades of my lethal declaration of nays
Thus they slither away.
Eyeless, discountless, schooled
Schooled.
...
...
...
Until I feel guilty and cave in.
Rate reduction approved.
...
...
...
So, who was schooled again?
Anne V
Wednesday 14 October 2015
The Mirage of Happy Land
(and the fried friendliness)
lies thoughts about Death
If you must know
I never got over yours
and I never ever will get over his
Is there any rule that I should?
Behind the rhymes and verses
Is a hope, a lightness of being
At the truth of the impermanence of things
One grows weary of the outward happy land
with all this secretly internalized grieving
How many years does one do this? When does it end?
Soon there will come a time
When we won't waste a single rhyme
Must I be the only one with this fever
The sole witness left standing
An emotional spectator to these shifts
Paradigmal, central, mental, unfathomable
spinning unending
Did you see the clouds flashing?
How long do we play for?
Can it be forever?
Immortality is when I need to try no more
And deep into the night air
I shall banish all fear all sorrow all me
I step out and vanish softly
into the eternal inter-space of existence
Remember that you knew me
And that we had a moment
Memories of sun-browned days
during the laughter
and the happy days
Listen for the rain
and the shiny silver
lightning strike
And just like the words
my favourite poet echoed
I am in the thousand winds that blow
We will live forever
-Anne V
NB: the phrase *...thousand winds that blow...* is from Mary Elizabeth Frye's poem, Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
Friday 4 September 2015
Hello again poetry peeps and my dear followers
I also share here, my favorite poem "A Life" by Sylvia Plath.
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball,
Here's yesterday, last year ---
Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast
Windless threadwork of a tapestry.
It will ping like a Chinese chime in the slightest air stir
Though nobody in there looks up or bothers to answer.
The inhabitants are light as cork,
Every one of them permanently busy.
Never trespassing in bad temper:
Stalling in midair,
Short-reined, pawing like paradeground horses.
Overhead, the clouds sit tasseled and fancy
Of valentine faces might please a collector:
They ring true, like good china.
The light falls without letup, blindingly.
About a bald hospital saucer.
It resembles the moon, or a sheet of blank paper
And appears to have suffered a sort of private blitzkrieg.
She lives quietly
The obsolete house, the sea, flattened to a picture
She has one too many dimensions to enter.
Grief and anger, exorcised,
Leave her alone now.
Tattling in its cat-voice of departure.
Age and terror, like nurses, attend her,
And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold,
Crawls up out of the sea.
Black Dragons in the mist
A balaclava on a dragon
And mist in my bones
That is what happened
Through these sudden changes in fate
Crystal seers notwithstanding
A seaworthy memorare (Of ocean-sprays and jigsaws)
As I sat facing the open sea,
Waves crashing earnestly on the beach
I felt your warm briny soul
Arising from vapours
A smoky caress from a shooting star
Do you see the self-critique
Sheets of black blood
Unfinished. Alone. Raw.
This dusty universe
Ocean-sprays that shoot their antidote
Death and rebirth by salty water
Why don't you have it in the seas,
The final and the first Amen
Into the dry dirtily demanding land-winds
Here it comes,
A memorare,
Anne V
Monday 22 December 2014
An Invisible Flash In the Night (a silent prayer behind the Light)
Far from the maddening crowd
the future stands smiling
And yet I shiver and crouch
in these cold pressing shadows
Do I deserve any time in the sun?
Will the robin red breast
come a-calling if I sing?
Far from the beckoning gestures
my brother and sister give
in word and deed
Calling me to be all I can be
for everyone's sake -
every life for itself
the path is drawn
I stand here
and as they keep striding on
further and further ahead
on their brick road
Will that road rise up to greet me
if I start running towards them three?
Far from the silvery hairs
gleaming on my father's jawline
I think of what I am meant to be
if I am no longer his keeper
Apart from being the spare to the heir
and everyone's
optimistic dancing bear
Will the lady of the skies
answer my longing stares
at her morning face
The very idea
of a universe without
my father's face, faith and hope in it
Makes my brain shiver
and shriek screams
that cannot be heard by human ears
Who are you to ask me to think
of a future without him,
you Judas of my home?
Have you seen
the paths we have trod on together,
have you seen
his faith in me?
No one else has that.
Far from the shrinking daylight
the fading past
throws me a bloodily frayed rope
A black hunting shadow
sounds a throaty barking
as it sends a final lasso calling
Do I deserve
to escape its gallow-like bellows
as they thrill me with shivers?
Will my feet
answer with quicksilver speed
and protect me
from its unforgiven pull?
No else can do that.
Answer me o Angel of Salahin,
Saul and Michael.
And Gabriel, one hopes.
I have tried to be all I can be
within the boxes you set
and the lines you draw
Must I try again and again
despite secretly aiming
for the centre of the earth?
Will thy wings lift me up
into the heavenly winds or
scatter my smithereens
on the rocks?
Tell me.
Anne V (9 September 2014)
(Excerpts from The Cavern)
Thursday 30 October 2014
Pumpkin Murder
I don't want to carve you
No I don't
I want to boil you
Roast you
Eat you
Fry you with herbs
Saute you
Not design art on you
I want to bludgeon you
With my cleaver
Nothing else really
No smiling face and beady eyes
No grinning teeth for you
Only my chomping jaws
Happy Halloween
Anne V (backdated to the date I wrote this, the eve of All Hallow's Eve, 2014)
Wednesday 22 October 2014
Sunday 12 October 2014
Fifteen Years the bell tolled my thoughts
I think of you in the dark
I think of you with love
And my heart overflows
I think of you in my silence
I think of you when dad smiles
I think of you when the music plays
And my heart overflows
I think of you in the mist
I think of you in the winds
I think of you with grief
And my soul hums a requiem
I think of you in my happiness
I think of you through the pain
I think of you when it all gets too hard
And my soul lightly trembles
I think of you and the missing answers
I think of you and your dimples
I don't need to hear you say it
You loved me and my soul knows it.
Anne V (in memory of mum, RIP)
Wednesday 1 October 2014
Brihadaranyaka Upanishad - on Immortality
For the record, I have been writing every day but I haven't had the time to type up any poems from my journal. My father has been under the weather with a bad case of the flu, then bad pertussis from said flu, then bronchitis, and then we found that his flu meds were clashing with his heart meds. He was in hospital for half a month and he is home now and finally recovering. A slow yet steady convalescence.
Dad's illness made me consider our (im)mortality all over again, and if you'd like to ponder along silently with me, here is an excerpt from the Upanishad. I feel it has such poignant meaning, that whatever your faith or belief system, we are indeed stardust.
On Immortality
"From delusion lead me to truth,
From darkness lead me to light,
From death lead me to immortality."
- Brihadaranyaka Upanishad -