Creative Geelong’s monthly Market Days showcase local artisan products, secondhand goods, clothing, books, records, produce, artistic works and art materials to buy, sell, swap – all welcome to visit. The Market Day will be undercover in our Hub at Centrepoint Arcade,
This Saturday
132 Little Malop St In the atrium, and along the arcade 11 am-4 pm
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Stodgy. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here My poem “Flying Among the Clouds” is definitely not Stodgy.
Flying Among the Clouds
I’m flying high Cruising among the clouds Fly with me And the rest of my flock Up here There’s no need for a clock
Time gives no commands Cruising among the clouds Silently overseeing the crowd
Time always flies At the same standard pace There, in that space Between daytime’s silvery moon And twilight’s glittery sun
It’s another hot day here in Geelong, and after our early morning walk, we have been inside avoiding the heat haze. I’ve been writing, and Frankie has been snoozing. The heat haze seems to have sent my computer into a discombobulated maze!
There’s No Exit (a Tanka)
In a daze, I gaze At my screen full of X-Rays My mind is ablaze Analyzing the next phrase There’s no exit to this maze!
After I had left the hem Without women I could not have survived my time I would not have braved the climb Ladies, you are my rhyme My mother’s of thyme
Helping me roll away the stone Maintaining these old bones Repairing the bridges, I have burnt Reciting the messages, I have learnt Cheering from the sidelines Supporting my broken designs Women of My Rhymes Mothers for a lifetime
Usually written in iambic pentameter. Comprised of three stanzas: a tercet, quatrain, and sestet. All three of the lines in the opening tercet are refrains. The poem follows this rhyme pattern:
Line 1: A Line 2: B1 Line 3: B2
Line 4: a Line 5: b Line 6: A Line 7: B1
Line 8: a Line 9: b Line 10: b Line 11: A Line 12: B1 Line 13: B2
Another Hot Summer’s Day (a Madrigal)
Another hot summer’s day of clear blue skies The sun says “I’m allowed to turn up the heat” And the moon is just looking for a cool seat
For his normal silvery midday disguise And feeling sorry for the world’s sunburnt feet Another hot summer’s day of clear blue skies The sun says “I’m allowed to turn up the heat”
Today is just another day for the flies Where they thrive on digesting everything sweet And infesting the uncovered sunbaked meat Another hot summer’s day of clear blue skies The sun says “I’m allowed to turn up the heat” And the moon is just looking for a cool seat
The local yachts are out sailing on the calm bay The coastal birds are flying above the cool seaspray
I sense it is nature’s way of reminding me about my dream To clip on my wings and fly far away Toward the northern hemisphere and visit my cousins on Vancouver Island