It’s still winter in Tasmania and today I saw the first blossoms. Actually, the moment I get used to the cold, which is relative, of course, spring and summer arrives and we have sunshine and warmth for nine months. I’ve begun to think positive.
Vi Woodhouse is back from her operation and she will be at our concert at the gallery.
I’ve written some more poems but it’s always the next one that will be the definitive one but never is.
I wish you all a happy blossom time and lots of warmth in your heart.
A Sonnet
A balanced breath may be life’s happiness,
Where one escapes the punishments of life,
To try to melt away and so be blessed,
Because we’re lucky just to be alive.
We wish for worldly goods and sell our soul,
To find that when we bow we start to kneel,
When all we need and want is find a goal,
Like perfect food and house and rock-star’s zeal.
But nothing is as good as it appears
And one can dream one’s dreams and
just pretend,
As the too-happy clowns may hide their tears;
Pretend a smile that changes with intent.
But perfect happiness and its content
Will always raise some envy - to lament.
© Joe Lake
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