In keeping with this week’s moon theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem drifts back to November 2024, when the moon seemed to whisper of endurance and flight. Drawn from Chapter 6 of Time Hears No Sound, Travel and Life: Time Flies — it traces the solitary courage of a seagull chasing horizons.
Under the full moon’s watch, the journey continues — across water, memory, and time.
Full Moon Rising
I am an aging seagull
And I must be out of my skull
Thinking that I’m fit enough
To fly further than the bluff
No matter, there is a full moon
To guide me across this barren dune
My journey is a lonely one
But I’m not to be outdone
I know there is another blue ocean
Beyond this World’s wavering horizon
And under this quiet moon, the journey keeps unfolding — one small, steady heartbeat at a time.
Ivor Steven © June 2026
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Never give up! This was lovely, Ivor.
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