All Poems, Food, Humor, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Foiled

 

Never have we been so foiled by meal times as in O’ahu.

We liked the idea of a heavier mid-day meal.

Like in Málaga.

Even in Puerto Rico.

Then a late light evening snack.

So, we tried to do that here.

Only to find restaurants closed their doors by two.

Not to reopen till five.

So, we shifted strategies.

Eat a slightly heavier, later breakfast.

Take a small snack as needed.

Eat dinner at five thirty.

That idea might have worked.

Except places that appeared empty were booked!

We’d have to reserve for another day.

With each miscalculation,

we fixed the former plan.

By the time we leave O’ahu,

we’ll have it well in hand!

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 13, 2023

All Poems, Family, Loss, O'ahu/Honolulu, Parents, Trips and Places

Visit to Pearl Harbor

 

Have you ever wanted to share something?

With a special person?

Who’s no longer here?

You wanted to so badly, the conversation just popped out?

And you provided responses?

Because you knew what the other would say?

It doesn’t happen often to me.

But, today it did.

After the visit to Pearl Harbor.

The quiet walk along the grounds.

The tours of two museums.

I just wanted to tell my father.

Because he’d understand.

The upset.

Humiliation.

Sadness.

Loss.

Anger.

That stirred inside me.

For the savage stealth attack.

Tragic deaths, uniformed and civilian.

Injuries.

But also for the naiveté of our armed forces.

Lack of coordination, organization.

False belief in their own invincibility.

My father would acknowledge the sorrow.

Say commanders often made mistakes.

But it didn’t justify the brutal attack

by Japan on the United States.

My father would shake his head.

An enlistee before that date.

Pearl Harbor thrust him into war.

Changed his direction, his fate.

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 12, 2023

All Poems, Museums, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Marriage for Mats

 

Have you ever had something get caught in your thoughts?

Like an insect in a spider’s web?

Wriggling and moving?

Trying to get free?

Well, I did yesterday.

After viewing an exhibit.

At the Bishop Museum.

In Honolulu.

All day, I heard Marriage for Mats.

Rolling about.

From a display that showed early Samoans.

Making decisions about marriage.

Based on the mats that the bride’s family could offer the groom’s.

The mats were fancy ceremonial garb.

In exchange, the groom’s family, of course, offered the groom.

Along with food and money.

Weaving those mats took time.

Patience.

Skill.

But imagine!

The better the mat, the more desirable the bride!

I would say that life was simple.

Marriage for mats, an easy swap.

But the bride’s family had to make them.

Couldn’t find them in a shop.

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 11, 2023

 

 

All Poems, Gardens, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Ho’omaluhia Botanical Gardens

 

Ho’omaluhia Gardens are full of spirits.

Plants, birds, fish tell stories.

Of how early Polynesians came to Hawaii.

In their wooden canoes.

Sailing the Pacific.

Full of plants to sustain them.

Provide food.

Shelter.

Medicines.

Clothing.

Tools.

Today, all those long years later, descendants enjoy the forest.

The Ohi’as.

Palm trees.

Araucaria Araucans.

Arthurium plants.

The lake.

Populated by orange Mida Cichlids.

Carp, bass.

The birds.

Mynahs, Brazilian Cardinals, Mallards.

Echoing in the green folds of Ko’olau Mountains.

Ringing the park.

A place to visit.

Find tranquility, peace.

Inhale aromas.

Anxiety, release.

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 11, 2023

All Poems, Beaches, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Kailua Beach

 

The most known beach on O’ahu is likely Waikiki.

In the hub of downtown Honolulu.

But, my favorite is Kailua.

Long quiet horseshoe.

Fine white sand.

Ringed with palms and mountains.

Populated by locals.

Whose yards abut it.

Regular families.

Who walk the shore at all hours.

Predawn.

Post sunset.

In between.

To stroll.

Exercise.

Swim.

Sunbathe.

Fish.

Though Waikiki has the fame,

years and years of known acclaim.

Remember Kailua Beach, the name.

To miss it would be a shame.

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 11, 2023

All Poems, Beaches, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Waikiki Beach

 

I heard about Waikiki Beach.

In literature, popular lore.

But never paid too much attention.

Content with beaches I knew.

Though recently, I read essays by Joan Didion.

On Hawaii.

Her words lured me to Waikiki.

So, yesterday, we went.

Parked near the Honolulu Zoo.

Walked to the beach.

Where tourists acted as if there were no high winds.

Surfing on boards, paragliding, sunbathing, swimming.

I, too chilled, people watched.

Walked the promenade.

Viewed Diamond Head in the distance.

Banyan trees.

Egrets.

Studied a statue of surfers.

Strolled along a dock.

Got splashed with ocean spray.

And imagined what I’d do if Joan Didion emerged from the crowd.

Would I pull out my camera?

Snap a clandestine photo?

Go up to her?

Confide that her essays on Hawaii drew me to Honolulu?

None of that is possible.

As Joan’s no longer here.

But her spirit and her writing

will never disappear!

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 11, 2023

 

 

 

All Poems, Museums, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Bishop Museum

 

Coastal winds ripped and roared.

Blowing us to the city.

To the Bishop Museum.

To stir imaginations.

Take us on journeys in canoes.

From Tahiti, Marquesas Islands.

To Hawaii.

Fifteen hundred years ago.

Sailing the Pacific in wooden boats.

Weeks to months.

Could you do that?

I know I couldn’t.

Yet courageous people did.

And before that, thousands of years.

Settlers of the Philippines and Indonesia made their way from China.

Fanning out across the Pacific.

Colonists to Hawaii brought a world view.

Handicrafts to sustain.

Tools.

Nets.

Fish hooks.

Pottery.

Decorative arts.

Clothing.

A monarchy that endured.

Hundreds of years.

Though many royals died of European diseases.

And it ended cruelly when toppled by greedy Americans.

Along the way, heroes and heroines distinguished themselves.

Many, painted by artists with an interest in Hawaii.

An original wing of the museum, a portrait and painting gallery.

Where, to my surprise, were two works by Titian Ramsay Peale.

Son of Charles Willson Peale.

Both from my birthplace: Philadelphia.

Titian, in 1842, depicted two scenes of volcanic eruption.

Kilauea by Night and Kilauea by Day.

Think about the amount of planning it took.

To mount an expedition to Hawaii in the 19th century.

How much time, exertion must it have cost?

Hawaii gives visitors paradise.

Let them roam the Bishop to learn.

History, cosmology, culture.

A small effort in return!

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 11, 2023

 

 

All Poems, Art/Arts, Friendship, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Lucky Day

 

Today was full of good luck.

Beginning to end.

Meeting an artist at work.

On her primitive sculptures.

Getting together with friends.

To drive the perimeter of the island.

Along the Pacific.

Stopping at Kualoa Regional Park.

Watching Brazilian red headed cardinals dart about.

White egrets take off and glide.

Stopping at Romy’s roadside shack.

For whole steamed shrimps and rice.

Walking the Kailua beach.

Observing a rainbow grow in size.

Seeing the full moon bloom over the ocean.

Is it possible to be any luckier?

Than to spend a day with friends?

Meet an artist, see a rainbow?

Witness as full moon ascends?

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 10, 2023

 

Aging, All Poems, Babies, Family, Grandchildren, O'ahu/Honolulu, Santa Monica 3/23, Trips and Places

Two Days in Honolulu

 

Two days in Honolulu.

The day before our flight, Arthur, two, made a pronouncement.

As he headed upstairs to the toy room.

Someone keep an eye on me.

But then he glanced at Bob and me, grandparents.

Added, not old eyes.

We laughed in the kitchen.

For we understood.

He wanted his parents’ younger eyes on him.

Our old eyes were to leave for Hawaii.

An old island.

To spend a day with old friends.

Exploring an old culture.

Toddlers are drawn to familiar, smooth.

While we have corrugated skin.

They have not learned it yet.

But, experience lies within.

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 10, 2023

 

All Poems, Beaches, O'ahu/Honolulu, Trips and Places

Landed in Honolulu

 

Landed in Honolulu.

First afternoon in O’ahu.

Treading on soft smooth sand.

Kailua Beach.

Just outside our door.

Watching dark clouds devour mountaintops.

Noting two island peaks off shore.

Knowing you could sail to Mexico if you wanted to.

Later listening to bird concerts.

Chorus members hiding in trees.

While roosters and pigeons fight over tidbits.

In a parking lot across the street.

And sparrows wait to pounce on a French fry.

Begging me to drop one.

Which I do.

Three jump to snatch it.

Fly away.

For in Hawaii there’s a pact.

Birds and people co-exist.

Ancestral ghosts hover over.

Likely in the mountain mists.

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 9, 2023