MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 559: DAWNED ON DURIANS
price and prize as king
thorny fruits in horny hands
when durians fall;
sarongs are all pawned.
lust shadows grow tall;
lights on, they are donned.
desirous or disgusting
taste is too pungent
craft durian ale
pre-biotic infused beer
offensive let go
when windows are wide opened;
bond of front door is broken.
temperance in food is bliss.
Durian (Malay: duri means thorn; an is suffix) season is on. All the three main races of Malaysia like durian generally. This should be recognized as a “national” fruit. There are no prohibitions, except over consumption. Durian, with high calorie and carbohydrate, is not recommended for diabetes (20% incidence in the nation and is on the rise), but one or two seeds are not harmful at all. It should not be taken with alcohol, even though there is no death-intoxication. The burping and farting are ferocious and embarrassing. The fruit is not allowed in the plane.
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I have attempted a new style of writing: one or two stanzas of haiku/senryu follow by four lines of free verses with end rhyme, as commentaries.
This run of haiku/senryu is in response to Ronovon’s poetry prompt, with keys words, SHARE AND VOICE, posted on 15th June, 2020.
There was a drizzle. I heard the wind whispering to me, during my exercises in the porch. The coded message from nature prompt the first and last line. I linked up the news of mass burial for the aged, no mourning and wake to bid them farewell, and the cry of protesters, dead and alive.
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This run of haiku/senryu is inspired by reading kimbladeswriting on Coorona, TOGETHER, posted on 3rd April, 2020. The reading prompted me to respond in the first three lines. I then expanded further, as the pandemic spread further, and I received more poetry and songs from other writers. Please visit her blog to appreciate her poem.https://kimbladeswritingblog.wordpress.com/
Often I run out of topics to write. I venture out and seek inspiration from other poets and writers.
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This long haiku/senryu is inspired by reading HEALTH PSYCHOLOGY, COVID -2019 OUTBREAK, by Damai Ross Garfin Et al , March 2020, via the good office of Academia. It provides a push or prompt to start. I like to turn my reading into poetry and haiku/senryu paraphrase the ideas more concretely in lesser words
There are now about 1.1 million cases, with 59 K death in Covid 19 globally. US leads the list of cases and death and will explode further in a week or two. In Malaysia, our figures go up, with 3486 cases and 57 death. There are two big clusters that we missed, one 300 group from the Church, another 40k from another religious congregations. Today we see many of our citizens return from overseas; many cross the Singapore- Johor causeway in their bikes without masks and kept safe distance. However, the more worried ones are those who are asymptomatic or with minimal symptoms, but are super spreaders. In this pandemic there is no use in catching up with the latest news and do nothing positive for own benefit.
We stay at home for a purpose, mainly not to get infected or infect another, especially own family members. We stay home to keep fit physically by disciplined exercises, not engage in over eating and alcoholism. Many household engage in panic buying; over hoard their food, masks and groceries. Even many governments and nations did that too, with respirators, gloves, masks and medications. Except in groceries and food, and coffins, industry is almost at a standstill.
Today China held a national mourning and commemorated 3322 dead, and confirmed martyrs status to 14 who gave their lives to save others. Frankly, without Wuhan strict lockdown for a month, the cases and death rate would be even higher. Nevertheless, good efforts are not always well appreciated. That is the nature of the human mind; harder to foster bond or heal misunderstanding across culture. It is currently reported that UK communication towers are vandalized due to rumours that 5G by China assists the spread of Covid D; causing the sudden surge in cases and death.The fake and fact, the rumour and gossips are so intertwined that becomes hard to straighten in the fast technology of modern media.
The psycho-social and emotional problems in the individual, family and community will gradually manifest themselves. Prolonged home stay might not improve dyad relate, but increase family violence and abuse; it might complicate physical and mental health problems in the individual. On a minor note, over eating and binging due to boredom of Stay Home may complicate medical problems. Social distance ( from 3, to 6 feet, then 8 ft) might cause increased alienation and post-traumatic stress disorder, sleep disorder and angst. It might be the light at the end of a dark tunnel, only if we could use the free time to reflect on a wide range of issues. However, human beings have short memory span; the problem would soon be forgotten once the crisis was over.
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In a pandemic, it is recommended to isolate by staying at home. Many see the isolation as a kind of imprisonment, or curb of individual liberty and freedom. Strange they protest in the street, often violent and without mask or cover. Thus their conduct endangers themselves, for it promotes more physical and dirty contact. They think it is their right not to obey. Recently a cardiologist openly defied the rule. He might have good arguments, but as a doctor, he sent wrong messages to the public about the simple basic rule of good community safety. Often many highly intelligent people do stupid thing, even the President of the United States who super believed anti malaria medication could treat Covid 19. Our Health Minister thought drinking warm water flushed the virus down the gut, though it was respiratory infection. Another minster was caught licking his paper thrice and touching the microphone in few seconds in news broadcast on Covid 19. Many doctors and nurses in the Hospital were not wearing masks, despite China gave 10 million pieces. In short, many still do not follow basic rules. To date, our cases have risen from 22 to 1183, with 6 death, and the increase would soon be exponential.
Unfortunately many could not see the merits of isolation, or even aloneness. Without that quality, there would be no poetry. A safe social distance does not mean we do not socialize at all. In all our relate interactions, there is always a distance, a space for us to be free.
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We drove to Woodland, Johor. We were just five km away from the immigration check point, with five hours of queue time; later two kilometers away with two hours before closure at midnight. The traffic was a standstill; seemed it was closed or half closed before time. After midnight we waited and hope for another hour in vain and then pulled out and left for there was no public announcement. Five hours prior to this, many people started to walk. It wasn’t safe, for the motor bikes were moving in all directions with their hoots, and the lanes were narrowed. Later we found out these walkers were crowded along corridors of immigration building; exposing themselves of infection due to close contact in confined spaces. We drove back home sleepy, but rested twice in car parks along the highway.
Our trip was regular travel plan for over a decade; not an exodus to escape covid 19. We obey by the “Stay Home” order; no hardship for us whether in Malaysia or Singapore. Instead of walking in the park and exercise in the gyn, we perform the same at home. As I brush my wrist watch under the tap, the flow of poetry runs out of the mind.
We walk in nearby park almost every morning. It is not only physical exercises for us, but also social gathering. The excitement of running in the rain triggers the reminiscent of the craze of childhood, and the fun of it. Unfortunately the kids miss all these hilarity. They read too much about bad cold immunity and the fear of catching the bad bugs. How good to be messy at times! These haiku lines enters the head; not the viruses. This is the healing power of poetry.
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We passed through majestic sceneries along the way. Before arriving to the city of Sarajevo, the capital of Bosnia & Herzegovina, we saw expanding fields of cemeteries of varied culture, and bullet-holes of buildings. We had good cuisine at a local restaurant. I looked at my reflected image in a long mirror. What I observed was selected pictures of The Siege of the City, or another city called Srebrenica. It was a bloated lunch and too heavy for tourists to understand the suffering and mass killing to our city tour. So far we have learned that President Josip Broz Tito was a more respected dictator in the Balkan. After his death in 1980, contending states and cities declared Independence, resulting in ethnic cleansing and genocide, with thousands of death. Yet the US instigated Independence everywhere in Asia and Middle East, mainly to stay as a supremacy power. They instigated the Muslims in Xinjiang, Buddhist in Tibet, the Hans in Hong Kong to cede away from China for “freedom and democracy”. The Hong Kong youth have much to learn from history, nationally and internationally. Bigotry, racialism and poor understanding of geo-politics could be disastrous. I think it is best for every culture, race and religion to live in peace and prosper our neighbors. This is also for our own betterment. What a shame that many leaders, including our own, could not break out of their shell of frozen mindset.
first haiku reflected lives of aristocrats in Eliot’s time. Times have changed,
but not the intrigue and lifestyle of people in power. The lust of power perfused indoor; sex, money,
posts and political divide were the gossips of the ruling class. The smoke of
gain choked the room. Addicted by the inhaled power, mindsets and aspirations
changed. Maybe the topics have digressed
or the air too nauseating, some dare to venture outdoors for some fresh breath.
Or they spent long hours focused on their smart phone, or run out of wired power,
they switched off for some outdoor activities, such as protest.
It was drizzling since midnight. The air was cool; the dust and dirt had settled down, with clearer vision outdoors. There were flashbacks of bygone days. Life was much simpler without the distraction of modern social media technology, the miseducation, the angst of housing and living. There were more face to face contacts, more small talks among families, more sit together for meals, more games among friends, across all racial groups, sex and ages. Hand in hand we laugh and play, even in the soaking rain. We lived in that age of innocence, without backstabbing and betrayal. During festive holy days, we visited houses, asking for forgiveness of petty sins, without handouts. That was down memory lanes, but the aspiration remains.