Today’s philosophical Throwback Friday poem was written in April 2022 and is published in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Day One
Before Day One
I wished upon a star That the milk-bar Was not too far away My life’s bread was crumbling My weathered hands were fumbling Witnessing the Last Supper was humbling
Day One
There, beyond the darkness Out in the universe From a million light-years away Under an alien’s microscopic frame We would all look the same
After Day One
I wished for the dust to settle Then waited for rusted gunmetal To mature into household kettles Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals
Today I am presenting my poem from the “Fae Dreams” Anthology, October 2020. I wrote the original piece in 2018.
Tower to Heaven (Revised)
I remember the day Like it was yesterday A cold morning in the paddock I, a static shadow in the flock Standing beside a giant pylon I looked up to heaven Straight up the tower The tower of power Crosses of galvanized iron Straining under the winter sun Wind howling through its huge steel web And demons screaming in my head My spirit began climbing the spire Clambering higher and higher Up the pyramid of life’s wires Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire A visionary mission before I die To embrace a piece of my angels’ sky
Featured Image Above: A painting by, Carole Steven.
Earlier in the week I attended the hospital for a ‘one-day’ procedure, and my recovery from the effects of the anesthetic has lingered on for a few days, so my poem from January 2022 is quite an appropriate “Throwback Friday” article for today.
Is There More?
Beyond my front door Will there be more?
When the lights a dim I quietly sit and stare To see what is out there
Is there more? Than starlit stairs And when will I? Begin the climb
For today’s Throwback Friday poem, written in April 2021, I have revised the first stanza and altered the final line.
A Line in the Sand (Revised #3)
Did you hear the latest hocus pocus? About the world’s leaders’ lack of focus Who resemble mythical fiery dragons Ready to torch the refugee wagons With their sponsored guns and cannons
In my mind, I am searching for the olive tree Please come walk with me We will go to the seashore And watch the dove’s soar
Hold my other hand As I scribe a line in the sand
A message to the sky Love and peace I decry Will I receive an honest reply? Or nothing, but more blind eyes?
** Please note: The featured image above was copied, with permission from Niki Flow’s; >> blog site. https://under1000skies.org/
Today’s Throwback poem is from July 2019, six months after my third stroke, and stroke fatigue was still occurring regularly. Today, I’m feeling quite fatigued, but it has more to do with my hectic schedule lately …
An Empty Shell
I’m a broken stick Hit by a tonne of bricks I’ve stroke fatigue Tiredness out of my league The psyche says go My body says no Yesterday everything was fine Today nothing is mine Only rest and sleep Not even a sneaky peep They say, what’s wrong I say, who’s playing my song They say, you look ok I say, I cannot stay Read us your poem No! I want to go home Don’t spoil the show I’m an empty shell, they do not know
Today’s Throwback Friday poem, “We Are Sour, But We Have the Power”, was written in June 2020 … It was a beautiful spring day today. Appropriately the attached Dragonfly images were taken during my nature walk this morning.
We Are Sour, But We Have the Power (Revised)
Out of the blue ocean, into the black sea We continue to be wet behind our ears And we are still burning bridges made out of coloured trees Repeating the same old stories, from behind our shields and spears
What about looking at nature’s dragonflies and bees? How do they live in harmony without fear and tears? We are the carriers of humanity’s corrupt disease Ignoring the world’s racist problems for too many years
I planted sunflower seeds in my courtyard garden this afternoon, which prompted me to post today’s Throwback Friday poem, “A Banner of Sunflowers”. The poem originally stems from a Geelong Writers Ekphrastic poetry workshop, in May 2022, and this was my poetic response to Shirley Drayton’s creative piece of textile artwork “Golden Sunflowers”. Please Note:the poem also appears in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, in Chapter 6, War! Without Peace? on page 86.
A Banner Of Sunflowers
look! up there above the War’s darkest clouds there is a blue banner embroidered with sunflowers swaying through a hole in the eastern sky
bearing a message of ‘Hello’ or is it ‘Goodbye’? a sweeping reminder from our Ancestors “we feel your suffering and pain from the merciless hard rain blood-filled rivers and cratered plains smoke-filled skylines and cracked windowpanes”
“however, we also know beyond the broken horizon the sunflower plants of hope will germinate again and future seeds for peace will regenerate a new campaign“
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