Today’s Throwback Friday poem(originally written in July 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book,Time Hears No Sound. It appears in Chapter 5, Dreaming: A Poet’s Favourite Pastime
A Fire That Burns in the Cold
From behind the trees, And out of the grasses, We cannot stop the fire -That burning desire- From soaring higher, Higher than the entire Starry, starry choir.
So, best we inquire To the Almighty Supplier: “Will there be a ceasefire at the top of your golden spire?”
Today’s Throwback Friday poem(originally written in July 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book,Time Hears No Sound. It opens Chapter 4, The Universe: Infinity Times Infinity
Misplaced in Space
there is inner space and there is outer space I like to travel in both places life is not race my database is my bookcase
I am yet to embrace the coalface face to face and this human race has misplaced the meaning of grace and lost the paper chase to the corporate greed of cyberspace
tonight, I’m flying down to inner-space aboard my “Itmims” spacecraft to find a redeemable place inside humanities headspace
Yes, it’s all about my new book, Time Hears No Sound. And my wonderful editor, Judy (from Jaymah Press), will be here at my home tomorrow for a meeting to review the proofreading I did of her draft copy of my manuscript. Another part of the correction process in preparing a polished manuscript before we decide to hand it over to the printers.
The image on the right is my Epilogue poem, which I added to the manuscript yesterday
Polishing Takes Time
Tomorrow the pages will breathe again, their margins whispering corrections, their commas waiting for release.
Around the table, time will sit with us, silent but attentive, as Judy’s careful eyes polish the echoes into a voice that endures.
And when the pages rest, their voices hushed in ink, we will listen together to the silence between words— where time hears no sound, yet carries every echo forward.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears in Chapter 2, Nature: An Unbiased Timekeeper
Winter Sun
What my careless eyes perceived My unprepared senses Soon, I found out that they had been deceived The day appeared sunny enough for a stroll And I ventured into the afternoon cold Ten steps out, a glacial wind took hold
The blustery arctic blast Snapped every limb within grasp My breath turned into icy glass My ears were stabbed by frigid darts My cheeks were slapped by gloves of frozen brass And the winter sun failed to warm my heart
Whoops: I’ve just updated this article … The scans below clearly indicate my progress. As is my way, once I have pressed the “Start Button”, it’s all systems full steam ahead, and there is no stopping this Poet from downunder while he is on a roll. From my selected 189 poems, I have now categorized them into ’11 Chapters’ and have already completed Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4
Short Introduction: Time Hears No Sound
Time doesn’t tick for the poet—it drifts, echoes, and sometimes disappears. In this fourth collection, I invite you to walk with me through landscapes where clocks are irrelevant and memory is the true measure. These eleven chapters explore time as myth, movement, silence, and resistance. From the cosmic to the coffee-stained, from war’s waste to fairy laughter, each poem listens for what time cannot say—and what we must.
Let the silence speak.
Introduction Poem
Lost and Found – or – There, Here, and Where?
There Lying on solid ground My shallow shadow wears no face And utters no sound
Here My outline bears no carapace
Where On a graveside mound I see my darkness Waiting to be found
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