A Silhouette Quote: “The faceless silhouettes seemed to look at each other, as if wishing they could resolve the situation between themselves, without having to trouble their owners.” ― Hernan Diaz, Trust
Statuettes and Silhouettes
Without Indulging in the planet’s regrets Or wearing any showy epaulets Our golden sun peacefully sets
Meanwhile From the shady balconies of the ruler’s minarets
When will our world’s shadowy statuettes Leave the safety of their bassinets And unite our twilight’s Xenophobic silhouettes?
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Oh, My Waning Moon”is in this week’s edition. … To read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/oh-my-waning-moon/
Hello, dear readers and followers. As you might know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. But the booklet formats are 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” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. I now have “1950” 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)
Click on >> Here, for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of“Shangri La, Volume 13, Below My Crown”
Deep into the Twilight Zone At that moment above the horizon When the sun is sliding down Underneath his eiderdown
Nature dons her noble crown And declares to everyone in town “There’s no need to be a sad clown or wear a worried frown. Take your time to have a look around, the world is not falling down”
Today’s poem was my inspired poetic response to David’s “Sijo”, ‘Of all things, or: Bridge to nowhere’. >> https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/03/28/of-all-things-or-bridge-to-nowhere/ Over at Weekly Prompts, since it’s the last weekend of the month, “One Day” is again the monthly Prompt! To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
One Day, or:Bless My Soul
Beneath our feet, there lies a common mound Between our ears, the winds of time hear no sound Below our eyes, the promised land cannot be found Within our hearts, we share the lost and drowned
Beyond our souls, the world’s burial grounds Belong to the hounds, who run the battlegrounds
I slyly lookup In silent amusement At the old chiseled face Of my Grandfather clock And I see his shaky hands of time Are too bleak and meek To strike the midday chime
I slowly close my eyes Overused muscles are cramping Weakened bones feel brittle This complicated mind is tired And my dream needs to sleep Before I can write another rhyme