Hi dear Helene, I’ve yet to participate in one of your weekly photo prompts, and I found your photo fascinating, and my I wrote this poem for your prompt.
I’d like to thank Gina, of Singledust, for reminding me of an old poem of mine. Her glorious poem, “dying dreams” inspired me to write an answer to my poem “A Crack In The Wall”.
Cracks Fading Into Dust
Long ago, I lay bruised, on a pebble beach
The jagged rocks, had cut me deeply
I remained, bleeding and afraid
Beached, unable to row with my torn pieces
The cracks sharp edges, are now blunt
Ancient dark chasms, softened by time
And filled with yesteryear’s tears
Light ascends from the opaque holes
And glowing lustre, hovers over old fears
I see clear visions beyond the front door
And distant dreams, becoming realities
I’m done, hurdling fences and stone walls
The lifelong barriers are turning into dust
And her lost love, will be my last supper
Leonardo’s Bride – Lyrics. Even when I’m Sleeping
Don’t be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony,
My mind is clear
I may be low or miles high off in the distance,
I want you near
I love you… even when I’m sleeping
When I close my eyes
You’re everywhere
And if they take me flying on the magic carpet
See me wave
If our communication fails I’ll reconnect it
I want to rave
I love you… even when I’m sleeping
When I close my eyes
You’re everywhere
No matter where the road is leading us remember
Don’t be afraid
We have a continent that sometimes comes between us
Hello dear readers, a happy St Patrick’s to you all. Last night I was fortunate enough to be able to go the Geelong Irish Society’s, St Patrick’s Day Cocktail Party. The evening was a glorious celebration, with lots of scrumptious food, stirring Irish music from the band, “Old Melbourne Rd”, and plenty of Irish fluids to encourage the participants to have a happy time. I’ve attached some photos and a videos from last night, and a photo from today’s St Patrick’s fundraising Fete at our local St Patrick’s school.
Below.: The band playing their start song
Below: Yes !! I’m on the dance……. instead of the hospital bed…….
Below: The real Irish Dancing Girls…….
Below: The dance crowd Below: The St Patrick’s Day, School Fete, Ivor on the left
Below: The bands finale song…. they’ve been enjoying a good time too !!
And exchange my sand, for smiles and greeting hands
Featured Photos: Taken by Ivor Steven, the pictures are of the Moorabool River, from the banks of the river, behind the Derwent Hotel, Batesford, Geelong.
At of my friend Kate of “calmKate”, afew more Moorabool River pictures.
Good news today !! My scans and tests results from yesterday, came back negative. My Doctor said I could go home, and I’m allowed to start driving again, and I’ve “officially” been given the all-clear to fly to America, New York, and Philadelphia…. The best news I’ve received for 5 months.. Yeah.. and I’m a happy and relieved Ivor. Hopefully, for my next few months, there’s clear a sky and smooth flying.
Well here l am in hospital again. For today’s Weekly Word Prompt, the prompt word is : Fairness – please click to view the Weekly Word Prompt site. And as far as I am concerned, in all fairness, I could not have been treated any better than during my stay here in Geelong hospital.
I’m no stranger to this land
The old hourglass sand
Is drifting past my hand
I’m no stranger to this room
Time has me back here too soon
I’ve not yet been on my trip to the
moon
I’m no stranger to this road
Time has me carrying destiny’s load
I wait here for answers from the time-machine’s secret code
I’m no stranger to this front door
Time has me healing, for my home chores
Here they’re all kind, saying hello and, goodbye Ivor
Hi Dear readers, just to let you know, I’m in hospital tonight, I had a bad afternoon, and they advised me to come into hospital. My Cat Scans were good, but keeping me here 2- 3 days under observation. Fortunately I’ll be ok 😊🙄
Resting on my pillow in the backyard willow
Under last year’s girlfriend’s bed-throw
Midnight’s gone, and I cannot sleep
I keep wanting to have a peep
I’m dreaming a vortex of dreams
The boiling kettle’s bursting with steam
I’m throwing out the fungus and cream
Empty coathangers, and the old fur coat beams
Politicians verbal shit in flowing upstream
Truth and lies tear at their trouser seams
Cancerous rhymes attack my open veins
It’s a dark cloudy night outside, who’s there to see the rain