After the dawn’s cold frost Our morning walk was cool and crisp But the autumn sun was shining And we decided to head down to Pakington St Affectionally known as “Pako” A charming street with small rustic shops And abundant alfresco-style cafes We always go to our favourite venue The ‘doggie friendly’ Box Office Cafe
It’s a glorious autumn morning And here I am Standing in the middle Of my universe Between the bright sun to my right And the deft daytime moon on my left
Oh, I should say, east and west Because when I turn around To walk toward the north East and west are Here and there No matter the where
And the middle of my universe Is always here, like a wet-nurse For better or worse
“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