A special poem I wrote, after I’d taken my Lady to the hospital for the last time, on the day of her 65th birthday, thirteen years ago.
Hello Carole, time goes by, and my heart has not moved …
Under The Snow
We emanate to a birthday. We deflate to a final day. Birthdays, they all come, they all go. Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow. Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an eon. Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone. Birthdays, hanging on by a breath. Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death. What does it all mean to be alive and cry? What does it all mean to live and to die?
how do the rivers know they ebb and flow over old sandbars where footprints come and go fresh today, gone tomorrow lost under the currents of time dreams grow below clouds of hazy rain leaving new watermarks in their shadows
Did you hear, during the night The sound of the full moon’s ambiance Oh, what a fantastic sight Embracing the world’s circumference With an aureola of light
I was tired and overwhelmed But now I’m positively feeling alright Knowing, I have my guiding light at the helm
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “It Is Manuscript Time”is in this week’s edition. … To read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/it-is-manuscript-time/
I am delighted to have 5 of my poems in this anthology! Superbly compiled by the editors, Kaye Lynne Booth and Robbie Cheadle … And I join these fabulous poets, DL Mullan, Barbara Harris Leonhard, Jude Itakali, Robbie Cheadle, Michelle Ayon Navajas, Gwen M. Plano, Elizabeth Gauffreau, David Bogomolny, Dawn Pasturino, Maggie Watson, and Colleen Chesebro, who share their own small pleasures in poetic verse.
Today’s poem is one of my verses made up of comments I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles during the month … In stanza order, they are:
** The word “Sinuous” is the weekend challenge at Weekly Prompts. Please go and visit their fabulous siteby clicking on >> Here. I think my poem below could be classified as a “Sinuous Poem”
Who Owns Our “Promised Land”
We know it’s nature’s way Survival is not a showy ballet And birds don’t have holidays
The clever little penguins will display their true mettle When all the showy snowflakes finally settle They are going to resell their snowy wonderland Back to the ‘Promised Land’, for a million-grand
Shedding those old tacky masks Maybe a refractory task
Our perfection is impossible The dejection is horrible His resurrection is improbable
Rage is for the stage Fear is always near Release me, piece by piece
Today I completed making two book display easels for my upcoming market bookstalls There happened to be some discarded timber lying on the ground at the building site next door. The tradesmen had finished the job a month ago and these sturdy slats of wood had been left behind.
“Waste not want not” “One man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure” “Opportunity knocks” “Fortune favours the brave”
My handyman’s mind clicked into gear and I drafted a rough sketch of my project I knew the size of the books I wanted to exhibit and I had all the appropriate tools in my shed
Remembering my dad’s trusted catchphrase “Measure twice, cut once” (and with my music playing) My creation, (and a few trial and error mistakes) gradually began to take shape.
Of course, there is nothing like a good coat of paint to cover up the defects and give my masterpiece that final seal of opaque professionalism!
I am excited to announce that five of my Haiku poems have been selected for the upcoming Literary Revelations Publication, Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku (coming in the second part of April). Thank you to the editor, Gabriela, for her kind consideration.
ON THE BACK OF THE COVER
Following the overwhelming success of “Petals of Haiku,” which captured hearts and souls and became an Amazon bestseller, Literary Revelations Publishing House brings you “Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku.” This new anthology will enchant readers with its delicate imagery and transitory moments, which inscribe themselves in eternity. Featuring nearly 260 talented authors, each bringing their talent and unique perspectives, Tranquility invites you to immerse yourself in a world where night flowers bloom and whispers linger in the spring air. Poets are prophets linked to nature. Haiku is their language.
THOUGHTS ON HAIKU
In haiku, seriousness and fun coexist beautifully, reminding us that it is okay to embrace both sides of our daily experiences. Consider how haiku can reflect on life’s weighty themes sometimes with a lighthearted twist. The god of haiku knows that laughter is just as profound as solemnity.
In philosophy, solemnity can feel heavy—like wearing an overstuffed winter coat on a sunny day. But then comes laughter, lightening the load and reminding us that life is not all deep dives; sometimes, it’s about splashing in puddles most graciously and beautifully.
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