This week’s Throwback Friday poem has been hidden away for five years and is not in any of my published books. I originally wrote the piece in August 2019 and “as is my way” I have revised the poem for today’s article.
Knots On Blue Paper Lines
Eyelids are heavy and tired Overcome by the dazzle of razzle My palms are open but empty Anxiously yearning to turn another page
This mind of mine feels worn and torn Time is constantly tick-tocking away Chiming between today and tomorrow While the poet’s pen is scrawling Knots on blue paper lines Hanging them out, to dry and die
My arms are quietly fluttering Searching for yesterday’s wings As I meander through my journey Pondering how much reality stings
“I think the lyrics of the ‘Airbourne Toxic Event’s’, song below, are profoundly outstanding and well worth reading as you listen to the tune.”
After a memorable and mischievous Saturday And a meaningful poetry meeting on Sunday I’m suffering Mondayitis I am feeling muddled and misplaced today
Here, at the Box Office Cafe Frankie and I are debriefing ourselves In preparation for ‘our’ book launch on Wednesday Yes! Frankie will be there, centre stage Wearing his winter jacket and ready to recite his poem From ‘my’ book, “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Today’s poem is one of those pieces made up of comments that I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles during the week. In stanza order, they are Eugi >> https://amanpan.com/2024/07/18/forecast-restless/
My Birthday today (73rd) was a day of celebrations. * On our morning walkies, we were gifted a beautiful rainbow * In the afternoon I had the pleasure of attending my Football Club’s (Bell Park) 40th anniversary/reunion of the club’s 1st Senior Premiership in 1984 * Being a close-knit club, everyone knew it was my birthday, so the reunion celebrations were double the fun for me. * It was well after sunset when I finally arrived back home, and Frankie was happy to receive his dinner, albeit a few hours later than normal …
A morning rainbow for my Birthday (73) … Frankie giving me the stare because he has to stay home.
Me with Jimmy, my Under 18’s coach (1969) and the club President in 1984 when we won our First Senior Premiership. (He’ll be 90 in December)
The 1984 Committee (I was the Social Coordinator), and the 1984 Team Photos
This year’s coach addressed the reunion crowd, and me with some lifelong club friends
Featured Collage Above: the photos were taken by Derrick Knight, and kindly with his permission, he allows me to reproduce them here in collaboration with my poems. >> https://derrickjknight.com/2023/03/12/a-frantic-baaing/
arriving via the cemetery gate holding her flowers hands quivering heart quickens bowing silently reminiscing smiling wondering why closing time and visiting time co-exist in life
leaving via the cemetery path renewing goodbyes crying silently breathing slowly smiling wondering why closing time and visiting time co-exist in life
We are cosy at the cafe On this wet winters day While the heavy clouds Are freely weeping Cold drizzly drops
We are comfy here Sitting near the heater Being peacefully entertained By nature’s dulcifying rain Lullabying my quill’s ambitions With liquid imagination