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
“Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes What would life be like without homegrown tomatoes Only two things that money can’t buy That’s true love and home grown tomatoes.” ~ John Denver
Six Shades of Red
My small sweet bite tomatoes Progressively ripen through six stages
Green – the little fruit is completely green
Breakers – a slightly tarnished yellow
Turning – between orangy yellow and pink
Pink – like a teenager … still some growing up to do
Light Red – almost dressed and ready to go out
Red – bright cherry red and delightfully delicious
Today’s Throwback poem does not appear on my website, but I saw it by chance in my Tullawalla Booklet, No. 24, I Softly Walk, from July 2021. So now “Our Random Kingdom” is officially on my website.
Our Random Kingdom
Sometimes we put pieces away Because our emotions altered the next day But the thoughts are there to stay And arise again to be an honest display
The whispering wind is an elusive creature Mother nature’s operatic music teacher Our random sculptor’s hands of life Shaping our fate with her palate knife
That damn old clock never stops Not even for a pause To chat with Santa Claus Even Father Time’s sundial shadow Enternally works every tomorrow But let me say, there will come a day When love will be here to stay
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “My Mind is Flying” is in this week’s edition. … To read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/my-mind-is-flying/
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
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