Daylight Saving steals an hour, but where does it go? This poem wonders aloud, with a wink and a sigh, as time slips overboard. Paired with Tame Impala’s hypnotic rhythm, it’s a meditation on the absurdity of lost time.
“Man Overboard!”
Time vanished overboard, and was last seen going forward.
Who will rescue the lost hour? Who has the righteous power, inside the clock’s stoic tower?
Somehow it doesn’t matter that no one heard the clatter.
Time has no protective hands. Time is not a rubber band, nor a loose grain of sand.
I do not understand how time’s forgotten hour was banned and stored away in never-never-land.
Over on Weekly Prompts, the monthly colour challenge this weekend is Orange. To visit their fabulous site, please click ... Here. The centre of my new Energy Flow dreamer catcher is Orange.
My old original Man-del-la shield, which was a gift from my Canadian Uncle many years ago, hangs under my courtyard verandah.
“Found at the top of the Skytram Lift, Whistlers Mountain—handcrafted echoes of the alpine spirit.”
My Energy Flow dream catcher, which now hangs on my lounge room bookcase.
And the Vision Seeker dream catcher hangs up on my writing desk
Dream Catchers
With nimble fingers and warm hearts, the Man-del-la was crafted for me— or someone much like me. A symbolic shield to protect, to bring good health and prosperity.
My Energy Flow dream catcher, with its unique, handcrafted design, reveals the scattering of energy being drawn back to its source— strengthening my spiritual self.
The Vision Seeker dream catcher captures bad dreams in its web, allowing the good ones to pass through. The quartz stone at its centre helps remove negative thoughts and enhances spiritual communication and guidance.
Featured Image Above: ‘Weird/Wonderful’, a painting by Geelong Artist Wendy Ratawa.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem, written in December 2022, was inspired by a Geelong Writers Inc. Ekphrastic Photo Prompt (see above image)
Standing On the Edge of Time
Am I dreaming Sprawled across Saturn’s rainbow rings Wishing I was there On the edge of Jupiter’s Multicoloured volcanoes Observing the chromatic universe Through my kaleidoscopic eyes
I am here Standing on the edge of time Above Tower Hill’s dormant crater Overlooking a picturesque valley Of blue lakes and Multicoloured forests
The title of my new booklet, “Home Away From Home”, mainly consists of poems from my amazing holiday to Canada, ‘Before, During, and After.
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Hello, dear readers and followers. As you may know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at #31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. However, the booklet format is 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”, the name of my little Villa, and it is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. I now have “2141” 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)
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“A gentle landing after an adventurous voyage—my Itmims returns from Canada.”
Dream On
From above and beyond the clouds, I eventually floated down to the ground, Softly landing among the bemused crowd — They were both startled and spellbound.
That my ancient Itmims* spacecraft Had negotiated the vast Pacific Ocean, Like ‘Thor Heyerdahl‘s Kon Tiki’ raft…
Despite the wilderness’s rocky passage, And my damaged undercarriage.
“From Branches to Bandwidth.” As birds flit through tangled trees, so too did readers find their way to my words. A poem for the watchers—known and unknown.
September brought a quiet astonishment—views soaring like birds startled from the canopy. As I watched the numbers climb, I felt the presence of unseen eyes, peering through the trees, curious and kind. This poem is for them—for you.
Hiding in the Trees
Who’s watching me, from behind the trees? I feel ten thousand eyes staring at me, edgewise
What do they know that I don’t know? Have they discovered my hideaway? Are they for real – or just strays?
No matter, either way – I’ll be here at the end of day.
Today’s Throwback Friday Poem is another poem from my book “Tullawalla”, which I originally wrote in September 2019
A Chalice of Champagne (Tullawalla, page 103)
Once upon a time In the days of rhyme When learning to climb I saw my neon sign Slowly die by design
An angel’s teardrop fell Ringing the church bell And missing my empty well From the tower of song, I wanted to yell But life does not let you dwell
Despite the annual September rain I trekked over flooded plains Avoiding delta swamps of pain Scaling the same old mountain again Searching for our chalice of champagne
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