We are cosy at the cafe On this wet winters day While the heavy clouds Are freely weeping Cold drizzly drops
We are comfy here Sitting near the heater Being peacefully entertained By nature’s dulcifying rain Lullabying my quill’s ambitions With liquid imagination
The Authors’ Breakfast was a great success this morning. We had a room to ourselves at Novotel Geelong and a couple of hours to meet new people, mingle, and talk about all things books.
Out of the Blue!
This morning I attended An authors’ breakfast Then, out left field You were there! Spying on me! Peeping through the balcony window
After the event I was waiting at the bus stop Then, out of nowhere You were there! Spying on me! Peeping out of the leafy trees
When I returned home I took Frankie for a walk Then, out of the blue You were there! Spying on me! Peeping from behind the whispy clouds
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word: Adapt. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here. … below, my poem contains the word “Adaptable” …
Twilight Time
Photogenically As the setting sun Folded into the horizon The half-moon shimmered Like a white wave Upon a sapphire ocean
And simultaneously Nature’s adaptable birds Painted winged silhouettes On the chromatic Twilight sky
Two weeks to go until the ‘launch party’ for my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, and today’s Throwback Friday poem is in Chapter 7, (Memories and Rhymes) page 95, of the Book, and I wrote the poem in January 2021.
Invisible Miracles
I am neither black nor white I am not day nor night I am neither sand nor sea I am not a flower or a bee I am not wrong or right I am not heavy or light
I am Clear and free I am a cool ocean breeze I am a song we breathe I am the air from our trees I am a star above your grave I am a shy sound wave