I’m too tired to wiggle my toes And pack my wrinkled clothes I’m wordless at the moment My thoughts are on postponement
I twist and roll over Music wiggles inside my head My somersault of dreams Wrinkles my bedspread Upside down Tiredness falls out of my seams Words tumble around Nameless titles and endless tunes abound
A new moon’s brewing Singing the blues, Over my empty town I twist and roll over again I’m back where I started, I hear my angel humming, Hallelujah
The timeless winter breeze Is slowly defrosting me.
Quietly, through the misty silhouettes, And from behind the fairy bushes, I shall tentatively spread my wings To find out if my shadows Can fly high above the local meadows.
Once I am airborne, I should be able to see Melbourne, And from there – who knows how far My dreams will go?
Beyond Mount Kosciuszko, Across the Pacific Ocean, Toward Vancouver and Nanaimo.
The Featured Image above is a photo of the Birthday Card that I received today from a dear friend who lives in Selangor (Malaysia), which is on the Equator.
A Butterfly’s Heart
Part I, Heart to Heart
An equatorial butterfly Landed softly in my hand Sat upon my sleeve And looked at me inquiringly “We need to have a heart-to-heart chat” Then said “I’m here to regenerate your wings. Join me in the sky, and follow your dreams before tomorrow’s dust, waves you goodbye”
Part II, Dreams of the Heart
I cannot walk the continents Like the intrepid Marco Polo But my feet have felt the sands of time Pass between my toes
I have not sailed the high seas Like the courageous Christopher Columbus But my body has bathed In an ocean full of kind hearts
I’m yet to fly in space Like the brave Neil Armstrong But I have reached for the stars And touched my soul’s dreams
This morning I had a dream. About flying north toward the sun and travelling beyond the Rocky Mountains, trees
On my way there, I dropped in to say hello to the moon And I asked the moon. “How do you cope when waning to that crescent shape?”
The moon smiled and wryly replied “Do not worry, my friend. It’s a crazy phase I’m going through.”
Amble – The Boy Who Flew Away Lyrics:
I’m standing staring at my feet I can feel the eyes on me Is that the boy who flew away I wonder, is he free I wonder, is he free
One will courage a handshake and smile And say ‘oh boy, it’s been a while’ Cheeks will turn, my ears will burn I’ll say ‘oh boy, it’s been a while’
Maybe flying was never my plan To leave and return an older man Have you ever thought You pushed me away I’m home now, with no place to stay I’m home now, with no place to stay
Luke talks about lost and found Maybe he meant found and lost On Sunday eve, we’ll kill a calf And deal with the family frost And deal with the family frost
Luck will fall and ice will thaw For the boy who drew the long straw Bridges mend, and time is your friend And home now will be Lán le Grá And home now will be Lán le Grá
Maybe flying was never my plan To leave and return and older man Have you ever thought You pushed me away I’m home now, with no place to stay I’m home now, with no place to stay
I’m standing staring at my feet I can feel the eyes on me I’m the boy who flew away The boy who’s longer free
The local yachts are out sailing on the calm bay The coastal birds are flying above the cool seaspray
I sense it is nature’s way of reminding me about my dream To clip on my wings and fly far away Toward the northern hemisphere and visit my cousins on Vancouver Island
Please Note the featured photo and attached photos above are taken from Street Art in the Geelong CBD
A Blade of Light
Far beyond my darkest night Clambering out of purgatory’s deepest void I grasp onto a single blade of light On the edge of my soulless asteroid Who rescues me from Armageddon’s endless fight
Awaking in a pool of sweat, just after midnight This meaningless nightmare gave me a hellish fright
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “MoonDreaming” is in this week’s edition. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/moon-dreaming/
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Dank and Foggy Morn”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-dank-and-foggy-morn/
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Tonight, Hold Your Curtain Open”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/tonight-hold-your-curtain-open/
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