Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Confused”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/confused/
My world’s worn-out words flow From the torn sunflower meadows To the silent streets of Moscow Written on the hills of Dnipro in blue-line lingo Beyond the reach of the full moon’s afterglow And painted in lyrical tempo with hypnotic gusto
Am I to be another muted scarecrow Mutilated by the war-lords errant crossbows
“I’m just being dramatic In fact, I’m only at it again As an addict with a pen Who’s addicted to the wind As it blows me back and forth Mindless, spineless, and pretend Of course I’ll be here again See you tomorrow“ … Lyrics from “Addict With A Pen”, by Twenty One Pilots
I wandered outside the evening air was damp and cold and the moon was sharing the dappled midnight sky with dark satiny clouds
forlornly I looked up and quizzically asked the moon “I have failed my words were drowned in the hail I’m poor and unbound all I have is muddy ground who listens anyhow? where do I go now?”
do not fret my friend “as Confucius said, It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop and that old Japanese Proverb Fall down seven times, stand up eight “
I wandered back inside the desk lantern was still burning I reopened my torn notebook and begun writing again
My poem ‘Destination’ is a “Writing between the lines” exercise for the May gathering of our Dome Poets group here in Geelong. I chose Leonard Cohen’s poem, ‘The Goal’ (attached below my poem), for my attempt to write a poem between each of his lines!
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Departure. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Between here and there, “Destination” is a part of Departure
Destination, by Ivor Steven
The curtains are open The front door is ajar So, I can hear her sing From her distant star
I do not own much My soul is a gold mine I haven’t lost my touch My heart is kind
I share what I have I have hope and love Couldn’t stop the flood Couldn’t hold her glove
I walk alone I look content Regrets are few Despair ferments
I push on and on I do not complain I’m still alive I’m numb to the pain
No one asks No one knows About finality Under the snow
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Tonight, Hold Your Curtain Open”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/tonight-hold-your-curtain-open/
A new initiative of Creative Geelong, the MAY’D SHOP is a retail experience that showcases the latest works from our diverse membership. From glass sculptures to clothing, paintings, and drawings to jewellery and homewares – the MAY’D SHOP will provide the community with a unique array of special creative works. And yes, my Poetry Books are available and on display.