Hosted monthly within Centrepoint Arcade the market showcases our members and makers from across the region. Enjoy the friendly and relaxed atmosphere, undercover and filled with light, offering a broad range of items including clothing, paintings, illustrations, photography, jewellery, vintage clothing, books, and much more. Many of our in-house studios will have their doors open PLUS our May’d Shop …
Saturday, 15th February 11am-3pm 132 Little Malop Street Centrepoint Arcade Creative Geelong
Tonight, the moon rose over the ocean as the sun set in the west. It was a warm summer evening with a clear twilight sky, and we would not miss such a spectacular event …
An Etheree is a 10-line poem in which each line follows a syllable count that matches the line number. For example, the first line has one syllable, the second has two, etc. The poem is unrhymed but has rhythm, meaning, imagery, and sometimes an underlying second meaning.
Oceans (an Etheree)
What do the oceans know? tides come and go footprints in the sand foreshadow the way home fresh today, gone tomorrow slip away with the undertow dreams fade in a cloud of misty rain leaving dark watermarks in my shadow
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Pookie. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. “Pookie” is a common euphemism for something cute. Well, I suppose my ‘strange orange rocks’ or my ‘smiling moon’ could be cute.
Don’t Blame the Moon
I see strange orange rocks Among the fallen branches and leaves Discerningly, time reminds me They were not there yesterday
Enquiringly, I look up to the sky And I see the moon smiling at me As if to say, “Don’t blame me”
During early February, my stunning Day Lily begins to bloom, which nostalgically coincides with my father’s birthday week. A potted perennial that I rescued from my dear departed parent’s homestead. The lilies always grace my garden in February as nature’s tribute to Dad, and today’s revised poem was originally written in February 2017, when me and Dad’s day lily moved into my villa, “Shangri La” …
Day Lily and Love (Revised)
Upon my pillow, I sleep Good morning, I do peek From the cushion of my dreams To my garden’s awakening beams Blushing red hues, oh so bright You bloom during the night
And after cuddling the dew You open up your scenic view Flowering, standing proud, and steep Perfection at my feet A glorious Lily, like the wings of a dove And by sunlight, you air your love
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2022, and I wrote it to signify the announcement that “Tullawalla #31” was to be the final publication in my series of “Tullawalla” Booklets. The poem appears in my book, Until Eyes Hear Sound, Chapter 8, page 120.
The above Images are of my, bedroom bookshelves, loungeroom bookcase, and bedside table of books.
The Closing Chapter
After the first page was turned The saga progressed slowly Unopened books were lost Unused words were found New novels had to be read The search for more Went on, and on
Adventure volumes were added Library expansion soared upwards Higher than fiction could fly Fluttering beyond The ladder’s last rung Where the quest for more Was out of reach And the tale of uncharted possibility Remained the unfinished story Of the final chapter
Duet Singing. Magpie-larks are one of the 200-odd species of birds around the world that are known to sing in duets. Each partner produces about one note a second, but a half-second apart, so humans find it difficult to tell that there are actually two birds singing, not one.
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Whimsical. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
Mudlarks Are Whimsical Duet Singers
The Magpie Lark is Unique to Australia A small singing bird With striking black and white plumes Our sopranos of the sky
Walking from one shady spot To the next shady spot Via the street’s shopfront verandahs We arrive at our favourite Cafe Where the staff gives us a welcoming wave
Outside, the blazing sun is wickedly hot Inside, beneath the fan, in a shady spot The open porch area remains hot Although a caressing sea breeze Is beginning to cool our lot
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