Today’s Throwback poem was written before I started my website, and is from June 2012, not long after Carole had passed (12 years ago today). For unexplainable reasons, the nostalgic piece has not found its way into any of my “3 books”. Maybe this unheralded poem will catalyze me to begin a 4th book!
Where’s That Dream
I have seen the universe through to the stars beyond There is a deep darkness, she is gone, she is gone I saw her smile crack from the pain There was a sorrow, she caught it tomorrow
I have seen the moon through the burning sun Where is that planet she is walking on? I saw her eyes crying tears of sand Where is that beach she is lying on?
I have seen the ocean through the broken coral Where is that ship, she is sailing on? I saw her body serene and frail Where are the ashes she is covered in?
I have seen the earth open, swallowing the multitude whole Where is that chasm she is falling through? I saw her gentle soul disappear out of sight Where is that secret haven she is flying to?
I have seen the land go through violent storms Where are the winds of time she is spread upon? I saw her heart, her love, for all of you and me Where is that dream, she has left us to find?
Dedicated to my dear wife, to celebrate her birthday on Wednesday the 17th of April. I think my words say enough … I’m proud and honoured to present this Haiku as my “Throwback Friday” post today. Twelve years have passed and I’m quite emotional this week, and I apologise to fellow writers, and readers for not blogging and commenting with my usual zest.
A special poem I wrote, after I’d taken my Lady to hospital for the last time, on the day of her 65th birthday, twelve years ago. Hello Carole, time goes by and my hands have not moved …
Under The Snow
We emanate to a birthday. We deflate to a final day. Birthdays, they all come, they all go. Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow. Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an eon. Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone. Birthdays, hanging on by a breath. Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death. What does it all mean to be alive and cry? What does it all mean to live and to die?
I wrote “Beyond Imagination” 5 years ago, while I was in rehab, recovering from my 3rd stroke, and somehow preparing my body for a long and arduous trip to Philadelphia. The attached poem below, “Dreams of the Heart” is a piece I wrote in Philadelphia, in May 2019.
Beyond Imagination(Revised)
This year (2019), after Easter
I’m flying north
Across the Pacific Ocean
Towards a place called America
From the west to the east coast
Landing at the Big Apple
To enjoy a five-day tourist bite
Then a train from Grand Central Station
For a debut meeting with my cousins in Philadelphia
My Dad’s far-away relatives
I shall rejoice in the reunion of our family’s spirits
Oh yes, my lifetime “Dream of the Heart” **
A dubious occurrence just two months ago
But now a reality beyond the realms of my imagination
** “Dreams of the Heart”
I cannot walk the continents Like the intrepid Marco Polo But my feet have felt the sands of time Pass between my toes
I have not sailed the high seas Like the courageous Christopher Columbus But my body has bathed In an ocean full of kind hearts
I’m yet to fly in space Like the brave Neil Armstrong But I have reached for the stars And touched my soul’s dreams
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Mirror Image of You”, 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. >> A Mirror Image Of You – Coffee House Writers