Deep into the Twilight Zone At that moment above the horizon When the sun is sliding down Underneath his eiderdown
Nature dons her noble crown And declares to everyone in town “There’s no need to be a sad clown or wear a worried frown. Take your time to have a look around, the world is not falling down”
Last week, Derrick posted an interesting article about “Recycling Rocks” which prompted the pebbles in my head to tumble around. Please Note: Derrick Knight took the photos, and he kindly allowed me to reproduce them on my poetry site. >> https://derrickjknight.com/2025/02/18/recycling-rocks
Rocks
Our buried rocks are not in the wrong Isn’t that where they belong?
Some rocks like to live below the ground Others lie exposed and love to be found
I have heard of people owning pet rocks Do they put them to bed, in pyjamas and socks?
Some humans have never had their minds unlocked They are an uninventive and uninteresting stock That wear ear-muffs made from yesterday’s iceblocks
Over at Weekly Prompts, since it’s the last weekend of the month, “One Day” is again the monthly Prompt! To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here.
One Day, I’ll Fly Into the Light
I wish to fly away into the light
I need to know is she all right
Lying there in her silent night
Holding her white lily waiting for my final flight
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2020. As is my way, I have made some poetic edits.
Time on the Moon with Tea and Lime (Revised)
between now and then I see the full moon again sip on tea and lime and dream of a bygone time
where are you, old friend hiding your face until the end and I hear a distant tick-tock buried under weathered rock
when it’s all said and done my words fall one by one inking blues, line after line and I do not care the time
and sand flows drop by drop from the timeless clock adorning her silent cocoon on the far side of the moon
The Kinks “Full Moon”, Lyrics
Haven’t you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes? It’s only me, dear, in my midnight disguise Pay no attention if I crawl across the room It’s just another full moon
Don’t be afraid of me when I’m walking in my sleep Don’t get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon It’s just another full moon It’s just another full moon
You see before you a truly broken man ‘Cause when it gets to midnight, I don’t know who I am Full moon’s a-callin’, and it’s put a curse on me And it will never set me free
The full moon’s still up there Like a great white balloon The owls are a-callin’ And they’re singin’ my tune The night keeps a-crawlin’ I wish the day would come soon To get away from another full moon Here comes another full moon
If your hands start shakin’ When night starts to fall If you’re scared of the moonlight And the shadows on the wall If the face in the mirror Isn’t you at all It’s just another full moon It’s just another full moon
On Thursday evening I attended the Lowercase Poetry Open Mic night, and after the event was finished I went down the road to check out the Creative Geelong “Third Space Gallery”, which I had not seen before at night. Wow, as the saying goes, “It was lit up like a Christmas tree” …
Illuminated (a Tanka)
The neon spotlights illuminated my words and the art display in the “Third Space Gallery” like a hit show on Broadway
Over at Weekly Prompts, The Weekend Challenge is the word Absence. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE
Imaginary Bookcases and Bootlaces
In the absence Of any commonsense I’m here talking in mime About my memories and rhymes From behind my imaginary bookcase And wearing a quirky poet’s face
This is my ordained place Where I bravely embrace The unpredictable pace In this dysfunctional race
Then I cautiously retrace My creations’ underground faces From the days of waterlogged bootlaces
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from June 2023 and was published in The Geelong Writers Anthology, Anomaly Street (Poetry With A Difference), Volume 2, no. 1- June 2023, a twice-yearly collection of poetry that creates jolts for flatlined minds. Thank you to the editor, Jo Curtain, for selecting my poem.
Twilight’s Bookends (Revised)
Cloud wisps creep across a sun-streaked sky
The curtain soundlessly drops on dappled twilight
There, behind flickering drapes the starry starry night awaits
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