Hello dear readers and followers, here’s a re-posting of a poem I wrote in September 2017, and as is my way I have revised the piece for today’s Throwback Friday article.
A Distant Ship (Revised)
Am I afraid, or am I being slowly discouraged.
Dismayed by the emptiness in my wavering heart.
Am I consumed, or am I being bodily starved.
Eaten by the cells of my inner sentiments.
Am I senseless, or have I been possessed.
Devoured by the recess of my lonely soul.
Am I swimming backstroke behind a distant love-boat.
Drowning in the wake of the passing recovery vessel.
Over at Moonwashed Musings, the Weekly Prompt is: Mottled Sky Page >> https://amanpan.blog/2023/10/31/moonashed-weekly-prompt-mottled-sky-page/ …I have been overdoing it lately … writing until I am almost exhausted, so my response to the prompt is a bit jaded and moodily a ‘Bittersweet’ poem.
And at “Weekly Prompts” Wednesday Challenge the prompt word is: Bittersweet. You can visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> HERE
Please Note: All attached Photos presented in this article were taken by Derrick Knight, and he has kindly allowed me reproduce them here on my poetry site. You may visit his wonderful article, and site by clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2023/10/02/moons-for-denzil/
Today I am presenting the‘Epilogue’ poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. and “My Cloudy Vision” is a poem I wrote in September 2018, and it will be the finale piece in the Book. Please Note: the photo attached below, is the proposed cover design for my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, created by my niece Kerri Costello – Philadelphia.
Epilogue. My Cloudy Vision
I am trying to write myself a Mission Statement Feels like a speech I need to practice in the basement I have never been good at making speeches They are messy, like eating mushy peaches
When I first began writing poetry My main aim was to teach myself to read and write again Several years ago, I suffered a Stroke Times become tough, depression drowned this bloke
Poetry became a form of self-therapy I listened to music and inspirational lyrics Leonard Cohen’s songs were always playing I fervently keep writing
My life became centered inside a small sphere While also caring for my lovely wife, her MS was severe Writing was my retreat, a place of solace My world was narrow, I was skating on thin ice
Ten years ago, my wife did pass My heart turned to water on glass Then I heard Leonard singing again His music and words were not in vain
I resumed drafting my poems Grieving, words were sad and solemn Healing takes time Soulfully I wrote more rhyme
I joined local writers’ groups My words were out there, under readers boots On a prompt, I started a website six years ago My confidence grew, I came in from the snow
Wondering what my goal is, where do I go There are many answers, I do not know In the future, I believe a poetry book or two I have volumes of poems waiting in the queue
This is my story My life’s journey Of cloudy visions My words, my mission
I went to the Geelong Writers monthly social meeting at the Box Office Cafe this evening … I am back home, It’s 10.30pm, I’m tired, my computer is “duck muck” again, so I thought I would a reblog of this ‘appropriate’ poem before I hit the sack
I am ecstatic that my poem “Lines To Nowhere”, has been accepted and published in Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for selecting my piece … Please go over and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >>
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