Sunday, 4 October 2015

que sera sera


     the fresh crisp morning, in smoky autumn burnt leaf wisps, 
transported me, as I stood awed-still looking out on the lake 
and majestic far off mountain ranges . . .

     fellow weekend-get-awayers passed by, and it seemed to me 
I could discern their spirits, by their gait and, for a moment, 
contemplated singing: que sera sera as musical accompaniment  
to a rollicking stroll . . . but then, thought better of it:

     demonstrations of overt individuality – while, tolerated in the young – 
tend to give off mad-as-a-hatter emanations from, just about, everyone else …
though, a bit of discreet lip-syncing, I reckoned, would likely fly
under the “bats-in-the-belfry” radar . . .

     and so … off I set , rambling against the wind: a song in my heart and a lilt in my stride . . . heel-toe-three-beat-shuffle-paddle-steps ERUPTING from my feet, from time to time.

notes:  posted for “Poets United”.

"Que Sera, Sera” (What Will Be, Will Be) was first sung by Doris Day in 1956.

photo:  Harrison Lake, BC – W. Bourke (taken from the beach in front of Harrison Hot Springs Resort & Spa, where we holidayed earlier this week  – a gift to us from our awesome kids.  As you can see, it is breathtakingly beautiful … the weather was fantastic; the fall air was lovely – and yes, it did make me feel like singing and dancing. )

© 2015 Wendy Bourke

25 comments:

  1. Yay! I love how we keep marching to our own drum. It gets tricky, given my hair style, to fly under the radar any more at such moments. Luckily I have a witchy cackle to let loose, to complete the impression. LOL. I was trying to identify the lake in the photo......ha! Just saw your note. I THOUGHT it was Harrison Lake!

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  2. Beautiful....!! So often it is that we develop a song in our heart which begs to be let out.. but being confined within the boundaries of society we tend to make-do with compromise (all the while wishing to burst into song) so strongly resonated with this poem :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Ha. Well, we just have to not worry about people thinking we are mad hatter and just live our lives. Let the song leap out where ever it is, and be damned what others think.

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  4. Ha, I like expressions of individuality in the less-than-young just as well! There is no need to restrain oneself from expressing what you feel. With a song in your heart and a lilt in your step, what you are feeling is true joy; and this should not be hidden. This poem made me smile, Wendy, almost as much as I would have if I had seen you on your stroll!

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  5. Why is it OK to talk to others but not to sing which is so much more expressive. Next time go ahead and if I am passing I may even clap! Bring out the Maria in you.

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  6. As a child of Woodstock, I have always been a proponent of living the you....very nice. and next time you see me, start singing and I will probably join you! Spencer is Kanzensakura

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  7. Think singing and dancing should be appreciated and encouraged.. go for it :)

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  8. What a lovely poem Wendy. But I must say, you had terrific inspiration. I would want to sing too. Seems like you have thoughtful, generous kids.

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    1. For sure, we have wonderful kids - all four of them, in their thirties now - very close, very empathetic, very loving and giving, healthy, informed and passionate about the social causes they have embraced. For a parent, it doesn't get much sweeter than that.

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  9. I say sing when the spirit hits..it gives one a sense of freedom...I found myself visualizing you singing as you strolled along..What a wonderful gift they gave you.

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  10. Singing and dancing to the accompaniment of Fall's beauty, how nice Wendy! It is no holding back!

    Hank

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  11. Ha, I fully agree, to walk to that inner melody is one thing but actually singing would probably result in one or two raised eyebrows :-)

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  12. aw...there's joy, warmth and love in every word...the poem sings happiness...thanks for this Wonderful share Wendy...also love the photo...

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  13. Sometimes it is good to be mad as a Hatter - it is honest after all! wonderful poem

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  14. I LOVE that last couplet as well as how you got there. Just because we don't sing aloud doesn't mean we don't have a song in our hearts!

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  15. Wonderful poem and remember to sign any way. They probably won't see you again.

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  16. This made me want to break out in a song and dance too Wendy ~ Love this part best:
    off I set , rambling against the wind: a song in my heart and a lilt in my stride . ~ Have a good week Wendy ~

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  17. Oh, what a delight! I like to think of those steps erupting ... (smile).

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  18. O, when people singing, they are playful, light and generous - what can be better to wish for!

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  19. I wish the stigma against singing and dancing in public was not so pervasive. That scene would have definitely inspired song from me. Maybe "Oh what a beautiful morning...".

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  20. we should all erupt n song more often I think---loved this Wendy! And I hope it was a great day for you!

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  21. we should all erupt n song more often I think---loved this Wendy! And I hope it was a great day for you!

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  22. nature's love flowing all around:)

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