A poem from early in year, while I am here laid up in bed with a sore back
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 funmbling 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
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“Metamorphosis”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/metamorphosis/
Thank you to Derrick Knight for sending me his butterfly photo to accompany my caterpillar photo >> https://derrickjknight.com/
The Featured Image above was taken by Derrick Knight, and when I viewed his heartwarming photo of the foal peacefully sleeping on the grass, my mind was immediately inspired to write words, and after numerous attempts to create something worthy of Derrick’s beautiful photo, I eventually produced this poem “There Will Be An Answer” … and my poem is to be read by pretending that you are the “foal’s” thoughts … You may visit Derrick’s article by clicking on this Link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/20/shadows-and-reflections/
** Please enjoy the Waterboys song below, “Mad as the Mist and Snow”, the words are directly taken from the W B Yeats poem of the same and musically adapted by Mike Scott
Bolt and bar the shutter for the foul winds blow Our minds are at their best this night and I seem to know That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow.
Horace there by Homer stands, Plato stands below And here is Tully’s open page, how many years ago Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow? Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow?
You ask what makes me sigh, what makes me shudder so I shudder and I sigh to think that even Cicero And many minded Homer were mad as the mist and snow That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow …
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“Is The Light Our Goal”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/is-the-light-our-goal/
