It’s Market Day this Saturday from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. * Our popular monthly markets are all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade on the third Saturday of every month. * They feature art, unique goods from local makers, second-hand goods, plants, books, and more. * There are also open art studios, Yesterday Vintage, Untether Gallery, HBT Collectables, and the May’d Shop.
All at, Centrepoint Arcade 132 Little Malop St, Geelong From 11 am to 3 pm
And I’ll be there with ‘Frankie’ and my “New Bookstall Set-up”
Yesterday, I attended my Belmont Page Writers group meeting, where we all take turns reciting our pieces of poetry or prose. Well, when it was Adrian’s turn, he produced his guitar and sang us a delightful song. My music/video of his lovely rendition is attached below (Whoops, I missed the first verse, so the video begins at the ‘Chorus’)
Dusk dims the day As she looks across the water And watches his ship sail away And disappear from sight Now, time is all that’s left for her To hang on hopes and promises That echo through the ocean of her light
‘Chorus’ Rise the moon and set the sun A star for every sigh of love Ask how deep the waters run And the wind for songs healing
Muse of the dusk The tale commands its telling For nothing counts for certainty In matters of the heart So who can say they’re meant to be Two lovers bound for unity When all the fates keep driving them apart
Rise the moon and set the sun A star for every sigh of love Ask how deep the waters run And the wind for songs healing
And in their grief do they believe Some hidden wheels are turning Shaping all the happenings of future days That there’s a world they can’t perceive Where lovers’ fires keep burning Till someday their paths will cross again
Rise the moon and set the sun A star for every sigh of love And this farewell’s their final one As the wind cries its pity
Land’s lights are gone And roll the waves unending He begs the night sky’s confidence But nothing will it betray And though with all his heart he yearns To turn the tide of destiny Still, the waters carry him away
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Before, Between, and Beyond”is in this week’s edition. The full title in my ‘Office Documents’ is “Before, Between, and Beyond (or, Under a Cloud, to Beyond Cloud Nine),” but that was too long for the Magazine. To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/before-between-and-beyond/
Daylight Saving steals an hour, but where does it go? This poem wonders aloud, with a wink and a sigh, as time slips overboard. Paired with Tame Impala’s hypnotic rhythm, it’s a meditation on the absurdity of lost time.
“Man Overboard!”
Time vanished overboard, and was last seen going forward.
Who will rescue the lost hour? Who has the righteous power, inside the clock’s stoic tower?
Somehow it doesn’t matter that no one heard the clatter.
Time has no protective hands. Time is not a rubber band, nor a loose grain of sand.
I do not understand how time’s forgotten hour was banned and stored away in never-never-land.
Before going over to Gabriola Island, we (me, Penny & Dave) had lunch with Dave’s sister, Sandra, and husband Jordon, at the charming Gina’s Mexican Cafe in Nanaimo
The inviting Gina’s Mexican Cafe
My scrumptious lunch
Left to Right, me, Jordon, Sandra (Dave’s sister), Dave, and Penny. Then Sandra and Dave
And a great time was had by all. Ivor, Sandra, Jordon, Penny, and Dave
Lying under a dreamworld of clover Feeling like I have been run over By yesterday’s supersonic jet But I am not dead yet Even though my eyes are firmly shut Inside my head lives a snoring walnut
Sunday we drove up the coast, not too far away, for lunch and live music at the Osborne Bay Pub. And I meet a group of Penny and Dave’s friends, Nancy & Joe, Joy, Jane & David, Pauline & Patrick, and Hermann. (Yep, they all received one of Ivor’s poetry cards)
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The Tourist Has a Rest Day
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Where else would I want to be? On a rainy Sunday afternoon But at the rustic Osborne Bay Pub Overlooking the opal blue bay For my Canadian tour’s rest day
There, listening to live jazz music From the talented, Lady O and the O’men Enjoying the Irish Guinness beer on tap Then sipping on a Cabernet Sauvignon From Smoky Bay, South Eastern Australia
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