Today’s Throwback Friday poem is not on my Website but appears in my book “Tullawalla”, Chapter 6, page 101, and I wrote the original version in October 2019.
Bohemian Lyrics
What we imagine And what is real Are not the same deal Dust, life’s spicks and specks Are blended inside the earth’s vortex We are only our solar system’s subjects And beyond gathering grey clouds There is, the stars sheltering shroud
Whatever the words, let them roll Whatever the feelings, let them be our soul Old lines drawn in the sand May be erased by forgiving hands Gaea’s liquid words caress the air we breathe Capturing chords within the whispering trees
Time deflects in the end Time rewinds and amends Love is the world’s unwound relic Love is an empty hearts’ bohemian lyric
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Perspective … to visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … And my poem below is a metaphorical perspective between “nature’s serenity and our wild wars”
And I Wonder Why
On a windless winter morn
I am walking beside the wave-less bay
Watching the white wispy clouds
Wandering above the whispering trees
And I am wondering why
Our worried and weeping world
Wantonly wastes time
On unworthy and wearisome wars
“Esmerelda”, a wonderfully dramatic song by Ben Howard
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Sleep … please visit their fabulous website by clicking on >> Here. I’ve been busy the last several days, an open mic’ night, a big fun afternoon at the Box Office Cafe (Poem below), Creative Geelong Market Day, and tomorrow morning it’s my Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting … And tonight, I am very “Sleepy”
Together in the Box Office Cafe
As is Frankie’s way In his cute and friendly manner He invited three young ladies To join us at our table And as in Tullawalla’s, ‘a meeting place’ We quickly became cheekily friendly and chatty They were inquisitive about what I was writing, and my books, ‘Perceptions’ and ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’
The three “train-driver” ladies jokingly agreed “Youth is wasted on the young” Then, Ivor, Frankie, Carla, Mandy, and Emily Shared pup-cups, cappuccino, and latte Along with some neuro-cool glasses Of vodka, prosecco, and martini
Thanks to the ladies, we had a fun afternoon Frankie lapped up all their extra cuddles And Carla kindly purchased Signed copies of, ‘Tullawalla’ and ‘Perceptions’
Our monthly Market Day is tomorrow! We will have a dozen stalls with a broad range of goods on offer including art & crafts, books and clothes and all manner of bric a brac. It’s all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade from 11am-3pm.
Several of our tenant art studios will also be open as well as the May’d Shop.
A poem I wrote in April 2021, about waiting for the Publisher to do the edit corrections and have my “new” book (Tullawalla) printed and look the way I wanted it to be!
Patiently, I Am Waiting
Patience drifts around the clock Patience floats in dry-dock Patience hovers in transit Patience belies my spirit
Patiently I walk Patiently I talk Patiently I listen Patiently I have forgiven
Patience is the essence Patience is my sentence Patience is my burden Patience is my warden
Patiently I wait Patiently I update Patiently I sleep And alone I weep
Patiently I Compromise Patiently I will arise Patiently I reactivate Patiently I will gravitate Patience commands my time Patience is my crime
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