FROM THE POET

This is a series of poems written by John Svododa over a number of years. There are times of peak-where numerous poems were written & there are also times of lows where there are long periods between each poem. As the author is trying to reach a goal of 1001 (and then retire!!) it was never envisaged that this would be done over a short period of time. Poems can be humorous, ridiculing someone or something, show a meaning of hurt or love or even project feelings that not necessarily be directed to the same person/thing, can be a reflection of life or to be life. Most poems are trying to send a message to the reader be it not understandable or nonsense.

The idea of this poet is not to have any ill feelings against anyone but to be read by young whom can learn about life – and by the elderly look back at what could have been. Some are very personal- but who cares when you are currently living in a life that has total enjoyment. Suggestion is not to criticize but to take in the enjoyment of creative poetry make it meaningful and thus may be you can be an author.

SO NOW:

Please Read On!

Wednesday, 3 February 1988

Poem Number 261 - Tears Or No Tears - 3/2/1988

As tears will drop from Nirmala’s cheek,
My eyes will be peeled to shining armour,
For the day to await this special day,
When a plane lands down in Sydney with her Mum, dad and Pretika.

Hugs will take up most of the emotions for the day,
Lost words, broken down conversation and different languages,
Will be the constant noises of voices whilst everyone gets to know each other,
A shake of the hand and may be a few kisses, I’ll give anyway.

For Nirmala it is a dream come true to reality,
A dream that has taken so many months for everyone to be re-united,
I won’t feel so excited and so emotional as Nirmala will,
Because they are my In-laws and I don’t know them that well.

I know that Nirmala has stopped counting the weeks and has gone to days,
And every few days I have been asked, ‘When are they coming to Australia?’
I just answer, ‘Why don’t you ring Michael up. He’ll tell you!’
‘No, do it for me. You haven’t spoken to Michael in a while!’

So I know how special,
This day will be to Nirmala,
Tears,
Or no tears!
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