Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me, A man stands at the edge of time, where the foreshore fades, and the door to the encore glows.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in January 2024) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the opening poem in the Micri Poem section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.
The Last Encore
I am standing on the diminishing foreshore Staring at that missing ground floor “Like there was a door” Between here and the last encore
And so we stand, between here and the last encore — listening for time’s quiet applause.
Until Eyes Hear Sound has already spoken through its poems, but this short video offers another way in — a quiet blend of colour, movement, and mood that reflects the heart of the book.
A Glimpse Into the Book
Across ten chapters, the collection explores nature, memory, imagination, and the questions that shape our lives. The cover’s rising birds and shifting sky mirror the book’s reflective and curious spirit.
Why a Promotional Video?
This piece serves as a gentle introduction for new readers and a companion for those familiar with my work. It offers a calm entry point and a sense of the book’s emotional palette — more an open door than a traditional trailer.
Behind the Scenes
The images echo the themes of reflection, flight, and stillness. The pacing is unhurried, allowing the mood to settle. This video will also support the broader promotional work coordinated by Gisela.
Watch the Video
A Poem from the Collection
Anomaly
I see a stone wall of sad faces the refugees from different places Shuffling on old, shredded boot laces wearing tattered clothes and frozen braces
These lost cultures of opposite races begging for water and food traces living out of torn tents and empty suitcases And here, people play games in cyberspaces
Shaped during my quiet breaks at Market Day, inspired by yesterday’s twilight and today’s steady rhythm behind the stall.
Leftover Heirlooms
I’m roaming around the inner zone of Shadowland, the heart of twilight’s middle ground.
Inquiringly peering down upon the sun’s retiring nightgown.
Above her hessian costume, the fading crescent moon is also descending into the world’s bedroom.
Again, I am an abandoned groom from life’s fragmented honeymoon, here clutching nostalgia’s leftover heirlooms.
After drafting this poem during my quiet breaks at Market Day, Lisa Hannigan’s ‘Oh Undone’ felt like the perfect soundtrack to its twilight reflections.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in January 2024) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in the Musette section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc. I find the Musette’s restrictive poetry format to be very challenging AMusette is, three verses first line – 2 syllables second line – 4 syllables third line – 2 syllables rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e The title reflects the poem’s content
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