You love your country, Frenki? This place
where you grow up, become man? Yes,
I love her plenty, too, but she is not my number one love.
That one is far away, over land and sea. Maybe
more over sky today, but when I come here
was everyone in the big boat. Avion was
not so much then.
I still think of her like home, you know? She is
not my home no more, but that is how I call her.
When I was little boy, we have the big war. Then, after,
we have communisti. It was then, when I grow up
to man, I decide to leave her. I love her, you know,
but I have to leave. The communisti re”zim
was too strong, they choke me up to the neck, nearly.
So, I go.
I come to Australia.
Frenk, sometimes I think of her too much, still. Is like
I have hole in my heart, but here is my living. Here is me.
Sometimes, this is very hard.
Communisti is gone now. Is free much more,
but is not mine. My love is from long time back,
and these new ones, what they can do for man like me?
Nothing. Is just new re”zim instead old one.
I am now Australski strange-man, with heart for here,
and heart back with lover from too many old years gone.
Yes, can be hard, sometimes.
© Frank Prem, 2003
Amazing post 🙂
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Thanks so much, and thank you for visiting.
Cheers,
Frank
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Loved the bleak, black humour at the end, and its doleful voice was excellent. And the character..
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Thanks Anita. Very melancholy. Only after I posted yesterday did I start to think about the circumstances of some of the contemporary crop of migrants – the refugees.
Felt quite poignant when I too=k that moment of contemplation.
Cheers,
Frank
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It’s what we all should do, contemplate more…then act.
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Great post. Well done!
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Thank you Ngobesing. Glad you enjoyed.
Cheers,
Frank
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Hi Frank, I didn’t wait too long to come back. My husband was born in Australia and came to US when he was 12. I came to US in 1977 as a student. We traveled to Australia a while back where my husband went diving in Great Barrier Reef. I do sense that melancholy feeling in your writing. Hope you live a happy life in Australia. Oh you met my family and like it. Thank you. Blessings. 🙂
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Welcome, and welcome back. Yes, living a very good life here. The voice in the poem is one I grew up with, but is not my own. Just a reflection of what I heard and saw, a lot of.
Hope you enjoy your visit.
Cheers,
Frank
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Oh, I can feel your emotions! I can relate to that. Yes sad sometimes.
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Thanks Vinneve.
I grew up with a lot of émigré folk around me. They could never return, and they loved it here, but … the first love is always the sweetest and most melancholy.
Thanks for visiting.
Cheers,
Frank
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