Dedicated to my dear wife, to celebrate her birthday on Wednesday the 17th of April. I think my words say enough … I’m proud and honoured to present this Haiku as my “Throwback Friday” post today. Twelve years have passed and I’m quite emotional this week, and I apologise to fellow writers, and readers for not blogging and commenting with my usual zest.
Indoor Market, at the Creative Geelong Atrium, 132 Lt Malop St, 11am-3pm. And I’ll be there with my bookstall … come along, say Hello, and have a browse around.
Treasuring Poetry – Meet prolific poet, Ivor Steven, and a review #poetry #poetrycommunity #TreasuringPoetry
Thank you, Robbie Cheadle, for sharing my thoughts on poetry and for reviewing my new book, “Until Eyes Hear Sound” for Treasuring Poetry on Writing to be Read! I invite you to read my interesting interview, and her fabulous review, which I have linked below.
A special poem I wrote, after I’d taken my Lady to hospital for the last time, on the day of her 65th birthday, twelve years ago. Hello Carole, time goes by and my hands have not moved …
Under The Snow
We emanate to a birthday. We deflate to a final day. Birthdays, they all come, they all go. Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow. Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an eon. Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone. Birthdays, hanging on by a breath. Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death. What does it all mean to be alive and cry? What does it all mean to live and to die?