Maybe my weariness is making me lazy, But to save myself from going crazy With obscure objects And animated artifacts, I’ve reluctantly decided To send my annual Christmas cards In a digital format— An emailed photostat. Hopefully, everyone will understand That Father Time is now in command.
“The quiet grace of a magical magpie who knows the season has turned.”
The Magpie’s Letter
Oh, Dear Santa Claus, I’m wearing my old dancing slippers, But my weary claws Are stuck in the bushes.
‘Tis Sunday morning before Christmas, So, best I release myself And rejoice in your festive business. Say hi to all the fairies and elves, Then pin my flying stockings Upon Ivor’s empty mantle shelf
“A shadow becomes starlight—dreams tethered, then set free.”
“There’s a thin line that separates courage from stupidity. And that line is only visible in retrospect.” ~Benjamin Franklin. Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Retrospect. To visit their fabulous site, click >> Here
A Shadow From Above, or, In Retrospect
I sensed a shadow fall from above, Then I saw the image of a dove, Transgress along my causeway.
Am I being led stealthily astray, Or am I to follow my dreams into the hay?
Traverse my future’s highway, Escape this meandering essay. Loosen my tethering tourniquet.
I shall fly beyond the Milky Way – In my ITMIMS open sleigh. Where shadows dissolve into light, And dreams take eternal flight.
On Wednesday evening, I attended the launch of the 2025 Geelong Writers Anthology. My poem, “A Darwin Orange Sunset”, appears in the collection, and I was genuinely honoured to be selected by my peers at Geelong Writers Inc.
The gathering was held alongside our Christmas Break‑up night, which added a lovely sense of community and celebration to the occasion.
I’m also pleased to share that the poem will feature in my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound, in Chapter 2: Nature — An Unbiased Time Keeper.
A Darwin Orange Sunset
Twilight’s Burly orange sky Bedazzled my eyes When The hessian horizon And the sun’s waxing resin Flung Streams of yellow beams Across the paddock’s Furrowed seams
Golden ponds Flooded Over the meadow But did not drown The field’s residing Scarecrow
The arbitrary warrior Accepted the world’s Rotary mirror And innately smiles About being a human’s Privileged curator
To accompany the poem, I’ve chosen Zach Bryan’s “Something in the Orange” — a song whose quiet ache and twilight glow echo the mood of the piece.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem(originally written in September 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book,Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in Chapter 7, Governments and Leaders: Behind the Times
The Voice (a Monologue)
Do not yet shut your doors But give me leave to speak with you and yours Do not yet turn away? The time I ask of you is brief for what I have to say Join me in the shade of this country’s trees My ancient words are free But why listen to a language you cannot see In the past, you have not heard my pleas Forever! I have been treated harshly
I am a dream-time spirit bird Flying within your boundaries seems absurd You! Have clipped my wings And unashamedly ripped apart my kin You! Desecrated my sacred ground For the price of two axes and a Pound Yes! It’s time to sit without descent On the sand inside your tribal tent
Featured Image Above:Moon adrift in daylight—a quiet reminder to deck the hallways of time,not just December.
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Always Deck the Hallways”is in this week’s edition. “A festive stroll through words and wonder—Always Deck the Hallways brings poetry to the season.” To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/always-deck-the-hallways/