“Her moon shadows shyly tiptoe through my nights as my hazy dreams glow under her celestial lights”
I am ‘Moon-struck’ this week, and here is another “Moon” poem, which I originally wrote in May 2018, and today I am reposting the version that I revised in October 2021 …
Moon Shadows And Celestial Lights
I stood alone In my second-hand clothes holding her worn-out soul Silently I placed her ashes In a brick wall Years of heartache Hidden in a chasm of pain Moments in time Now resting in peace
How does tomorrow become another day? How does the past live with today?
Her moon shadows shyly tiptoe through my nights As my hazy dreams glow under her celestial lights
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Half”is in this week’s edition. … To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article. >>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/half/
For the Dome Poetry group’s May meeting, our poetry assignment/poem is as follows
1. We are each given a poetry book. (They are all different.) 2. We each select a poem from the book that we like or dislike. 3. We write our opinion of the poem in poetry form. 4. We write a separate poem in the same style as the original…about any subject. 5. OPTIONAL: Points 3 & 4 could be amalgamated. ie one poem
The poetry book I received was “The C.J. Dennis Collection.”… a famous Australian poet and author, known as “The Prince of Writers.” I chose to amalgamate Points 3 & 4 and wrote my poem ‘I Am Not a Songbird’, in the rhyming style of C.J. Dennis’s whimsical poem “Heredity”, which I have scanned and attached below my poem.
I Am Not a Songbird
You may ask me (said the Corella) Why am I so noisy and obnoxious Like a protester with a loud hailer At a meeting of the Labor Party Caucus
You may ask me why I’m not a songbird Instead of a critter that’s always squawking In a screeching way that no one else can hear I offer no excuses for my chaotic talking
Yet, I’m all for a sweet lullaby But for my breed, a soft tune is impossible I’m often repetitive like a buzzing blowfly However, I am quite pretty and aeronautical
My vocalisations are certainly unique And it’s how I communicate with my girls So, get used to my cheeky squeak And enjoy my showy swirls and twirls
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Cavalier. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
Hit and Run
Reluctantly, there I was Tidying “our” shared nature strip Picking up the obnoxious rubbish And placing it back In “his” smelly garbage bin Which had been knocked over By the “neighbour’s” visitor
The culprit had fled the scene The “cavalier neighbour” remained inside
Distur‘bin’ly, This was a messy case Of“Hit and Run”
Me, sitting on Mum’s knee. … L to R, Carole, Aunties Elizabeth & Pearl, & Grandma
Grandma and her 3 daughters. … My mum (left) and her lady relatives
G’day readers, it’s Friday morning, the 9th of May, here in Australia, the day of my mother’s birthday and my wife’s funeral day, and it’ll be Mother’s Day on Sunday. Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from September 2019.
The Woman In Me
Inside every man There is a woman
The mother of his soul The lady of his heart The kindness in his touch The passion in his blood The woman who fostered The way he shows love
** Written for Sadje’s WDYS #287. To visit her fabulous site, please click on >> Here And she presented 2 images for us to use either one or both as our inspiration! … I chose to use both image prompts in my poem
About Today
Our morning walk was uphill And into a gusty wind The trees were bowing to one side And the wispy clouds went zooming by
Too windy for Frankie’s fluffy ears Too windy for the birds to fly in Too windy for the moon to see her star Too windy for my teary eyes