Hana Gerzanic-Hons

Sydney, Australia

I was born in the Czech Republic. Later, due to political pressures I emigrated to Australia and live in Sydney. I write poems in both languages: Czech and English. My Czech poems are published worldwide in Czech ethic newspapers. I have a book of my Czech poems published in the Czech Republic and another is in print. My English poems are published in Australian newspapers. I often conduct recitals. I am married with six children and six grandchildren. I am a member of the Australian Society of Poets. I was a language teacher and later a Deputy Principal. Besides my Doctorate of Philosophy I hold a Diploma in Theology. With my poems I try to help people discover beauty in simple things and to meditate upon the mysteries of existences.

Fathers' Day.

He came home with a heavy step
and took a little rest.
His hands like branches offering
a nook for children's nest.

Awareness of security
Blossomed when dad was near.
Brave captain of his little boat
He sailed it without fear.

And when dark clouds obscured the sun
And stormy waves grew high,
His wife's and children's eyes like stars
Showed way upon his sky...

The ways of life like seasons change,
Some stay as memories...
Polluted highways run today
Where once we planted trees.

A shadow falls across the gap
Where people lost each other.
For every father has a child
- Not every child a father.....

A Raindrop

A tiny little
Drop
Said: "Dear sun, please
Stop
It's getting far too
Hot!!"

"Do not come too
Near
I begin to
Fear
I might soon
Disappear...."

But the sun passed
By......
Gave her wings to
Fly
High up to the
Sky.....

Past

Fossils of moments
Vibrating with life's lust -
Words once spoken
In books collecting dust -
Immobile photographs
Of what with blood was hot -
Records of days that were
So real - and are not -
Smiles, joys and tears
Forever lost in time -
Knowledge and dreams
That wanted to be mine
All vanished - gone -
Nothing would ever last --
Dead bunch of souvenirs
Is what's left of my past.....

The Opal

A tear once fell
Softly alone
From the eyes of love
Upon a stone...

It touched with its passion
The rock below
And remained there forever
In a mystical glow...

It engraved its longing
In the stoney embrace
Leaving behind
A precious trace...

Transformed into patterns
Of colours and gleams
Love is displaying
Her unreachable dreams...

The Clock

I watch the clock -
I think of time -
It steals away
What's most sublime -
My hours, my days,
A part of me -
It slices me off
Continuously --

I watch the clock -
Time turning around
Bending my years
Towards the ground --
And with a gentle
Tick, tick, tock
My life keeps melting
In the breath of the clock---

Life

The world is a tavern
The door is open wide -
All are invited
To enter inside.

We pay with a handshake
For wine and the beers
To bury away
Our worries and tears.

We dance to the rhythm
Of human hearts' beat -
The world is a tavern
Where all people meet.

The women's soft bodies
Ripe as a peach
The secrets of love
Are willing to teach.

Life is a tavern -
Before it closes down
Dance to the music
While you are in town.....