Acrux rises over the opal sea—its light, my inheritance.
In the hush of night, beneath the Southern Cross, I find myself wondering how far starlight travels—and why it feels so familiar. This poem is a reflection on cosmic legacy, distance, and the quiet claim we make on eternity.
Celestial Birthright
Tonight, there above the horizon’s dark blue oceans, deep in the black opal sky, I see the bright Acrux Star.
Then I wonder: how far away is a million light-years from today? And why is the star’s infinite light eternally my birthright.
Music/Video:The final 3 minutes of “Sea of Stars” – 10-hour, ambient space music
Wandering down the winding road, Chattering to the friendly birds– Fluttering quietly nearby, Waiting patiently for their replies.
Wondering, do they understand why flying freely in the sky transcends crawling around on contaminated ground.
Lindsey Stirling’s “Song of the Caged Bird” is more than just a haunting violin piece; it’s a visual and emotional journey inspired by Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Stirling imagined a bird gazing longingly from its cage, yearning to soar like the others. Though it cannot escape, it finds joy in sharing its song, lighting up the world around it. Stirling writes: “Oftentimes, we can’t control our circumstances. However, it’s up to us to determine how we will respond to them. We all have a voice to find and a gift to share.”
Over on Weekly Prompts, the monthly colour challenge this weekend is Orange. To visit their fabulous site, please click ... Here. The centre of my new Energy Flow dreamer catcher is Orange.
My old original Man-del-la shield, which was a gift from my Canadian Uncle many years ago, hangs under my courtyard verandah.
“Found at the top of the Skytram Lift, Whistlers Mountain—handcrafted echoes of the alpine spirit.”
My Energy Flow dream catcher, which now hangs on my lounge room bookcase.
And the Vision Seeker dream catcher hangs up on my writing desk
Dream Catchers
With nimble fingers and warm hearts, the Man-del-la was crafted for me— or someone much like me. A symbolic shield to protect, to bring good health and prosperity.
My Energy Flow dream catcher, with its unique, handcrafted design, reveals the scattering of energy being drawn back to its source— strengthening my spiritual self.
The Vision Seeker dream catcher captures bad dreams in its web, allowing the good ones to pass through. The quartz stone at its centre helps remove negative thoughts and enhances spiritual communication and guidance.
The title of my new booklet, “Home Away From Home”, mainly consists of poems from my amazing holiday to Canada, ‘Before, During, and After.
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Hello, dear readers and followers. As you may know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at #31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. However, the booklet format is a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce, and as the saying goes, “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La”, the name of my little Villa, and it is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. I now have “2141” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! (On my bookshelf, I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems)
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“A gentle landing after an adventurous voyage—my Itmims returns from Canada.”
Dream On
From above and beyond the clouds, I eventually floated down to the ground, Softly landing among the bemused crowd — They were both startled and spellbound.
That my ancient Itmims* spacecraft Had negotiated the vast Pacific Ocean, Like ‘Thor Heyerdahl‘s Kon Tiki’ raft…
Despite the wilderness’s rocky passage, And my damaged undercarriage.
Today’s Throwback Friday Poem is another poem from my book “Tullawalla”, which I originally wrote in September 2019
A Chalice of Champagne (Tullawalla, page 103)
Once upon a time In the days of rhyme When learning to climb I saw my neon sign Slowly die by design
An angel’s teardrop fell Ringing the church bell And missing my empty well From the tower of song, I wanted to yell But life does not let you dwell
Despite the annual September rain I trekked over flooded plains Avoiding delta swamps of pain Scaling the same old mountain again Searching for our chalice of champagne
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