In December, my poem/verse, ‘Invincible Pieces’, will appear at the “Creative Geelong Makers Hub” in the front window gallery (Third Space) on Little Malop St. 132 Centrepoint Arcade. Geelong The display will include “15″ artists’ interpretations of the broken jar, over various disciplines, “bringing new life and finding beauty in the damaged and discarded”…
Invincible Pieces
I, a broken ginger jar I, have been damaged and mismanaged I, am repairable and valuable
This morning I attended the Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting, and the theme/topic was to present a “Haibun”. ‘Falling’, is the Haibun I wrote for the group to peruse.
Haibun Definition:In a haibun, the prose section provides a descriptive narrative or a personal essay-like passage, while the haiku serves as a brief, poetic moment or reflection that complements the prose. The prose typically describes a scene, a journey, an experience, or a memory in a concise and vivid manner, often incorporating sensory details and emotional insights.
Falling (a Haibun)
On this day 24 years ago. I abruptly awoke. I was struggling to breathe, and my right arm and leg felt strange. I did not know I was having a stroke. I struggled and fell out of bed. My tumble woke my wife, Carole, and I could see the anguish or fear in her eyes. Somehow, I was able to ring “000“, and slur enough information for them to locate me. Fortunately, the ambulance guys knew of Carole’s condition and promptly organized the appropriate health agencies to have her minded and cared for.
It was “our”48th Anniversary on the 10th of September, and my Throwback poem was written when I was recovering from 2nd and 3rd strokes, and of course, during that time I was not allowed to drive …
Whispering Flowers (Tullawalla, page 41)
Whispering Flowers
I went shopping this morning To buy her flowers For our anniversary day A bus trip to the local florist Then I boarded another bus to the cemetery My first time on a bus carrying flowers Bouquet in hand, on I hopped You could’ve heard a pin drop Over the silence, I heard solemn whispers The men on the bus, courteously nodded And the ladies knowingly smiled Gratified, I dipped my cap in acknowledgement Then I started to sense the day’s emotions arise And with my honesty glowing, I felt proudly special
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Road East”, 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/the-road-east/
Yesterday was the Creative Geelong Market Day, which allowed me to inspect the newly opened “Untethered Gallery”, also a part of the Geelong Creative’s Makers Hub.
“I’ll let my photos tell the story”
Firstly, at the Market, I enjoyed a friendly and successful day. My “Poem, Lucky Dip Bucket” was again very popular, and I also sold some of my “Books”
Secondly, I strolled 20 paces down the Arcade to visit the impressive newly opened “Untethered Gallery”, a truly outstanding venue for the Creative Geelong Makers Hub. The photos are of the Gallery and the Creative Geelong artist’s wonderful exhibits
Today my ‘Throwback Friday’ poem, is from June 2019, and again, as is my way, I have slightly revised the original piece.
Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun (Revised)
I’ve no more secret words of sorrow Only old lines I’ve borrowed I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet The pages were tattered, like Grandma’s cookbook Hidden in the family’s sacred cabinet Faded words that now appear outdated Years of love and dreams relegated Stored away, but prudently not wasted
My road ahead is now cleared of black snow The night is not always dark, you know?