My Throwback poem from September 2021 was originally titled “Worlds Beyond Thoughts”, however, when I published the piece in my new book “Until Eyes Here Sound” I altered it to “My World, My Thoughts”
My poem today is made from a list of comments that I have left on fellow ‘Bloggers’ sites,and in order of stanza appearance, these are the writers’ sites for you to visit.
Today I received a lovely message from Lisa, Editor/Publisher at ‘Prolific Pulse Press’ >> https://www.prolificpulse.com/ Dear Ivor, I love the poem you just sent for Cadence and would love to publish it with the anthology. It truly put a smile on my face.
Of course, I cannot post the poem until after the Anthology has been published in March, but I can tell you that my delightful poem is about “Charlie the Caterpillar shuffling over the track to help his little friend, Billy the Bee
This afternoon, while lazing around at the Cafe I could feel the world spinning around me Oh, what a world I did foresee
My photos were taken last night, of Venus and then the Full Moon.
A Mapie begins his flight, a leaf is swinging in the breeze, and Frankie is the centre of my spinning world.
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Chance Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … and yes, we are taking a “Chance” by holding on, every time the world spins and swings around.
ASpinning and SwingingWorld
the cycle of nature
whirls around
like a spinning top
then slows down
at the equator’s plateau
pausing there
to swing on the world’s axis
either, swaying to the right
or leaning to the left
but always within reach
of life’s balancing point
Please Note: The 3 cover designs are by, Kerri Costello
“If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there’s no conflict, there are no stories worth telling – or reading!” … Veronica Roth
Ivor’s Utopia
A world made of sunflower seeds And musical water reeds
A world without greed No wars and plenty of feed
Where people don’t have to bleed For being judged an alienated breed
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 