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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