Today’s philosophical Throwback Friday poem was written in April 2022 and is published in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Day One
Before Day One
I wished upon a star That the milk-bar Was not too far away My life’s bread was crumbling My weathered hands were fumbling Witnessing the Last Supper was humbling
Day One
There, beyond the darkness Out in the universe From a million light-years away Under an alien’s microscopic frame We would all look the same
After Day One
I wished for the dust to settle Then waited for rusted gunmetal To mature into household kettles Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals
Hello, dear readers and followers. I’m going away for a 10-day holiday and a break tomorrow, but I’ve ‘Scheduled’ several poems on my WP site while Frankie and I are up at Ballarat. (so my WP blogging will be very minimal)
A Sunflower Reminder (a Tanka)
My sunflower blooms Three short days before Christmas But three long winters Have passed over the meadows Without peace in the Ukraine
For today’s Throwback Friday poem, written in April 2021, I have revised the first stanza and altered the final line.
A Line in the Sand (Revised #3)
Did you hear the latest hocus pocus? About the world’s leaders’ lack of focus Who resemble mythical fiery dragons Ready to torch the refugee wagons With their sponsored guns and cannons
In my mind, I am searching for the olive tree Please come walk with me We will go to the seashore And watch the dove’s soar
Hold my other hand As I scribe a line in the sand
A message to the sky Love and peace I decry Will I receive an honest reply? Or nothing, but more blind eyes?
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “A Yellow Stump” 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/a-yellow-stump/
I planted sunflower seeds in my courtyard garden this afternoon, which prompted me to post today’s Throwback Friday poem, “A Banner of Sunflowers”. The poem originally stems from a Geelong Writers Ekphrastic poetry workshop, in May 2022, and this was my poetic response to Shirley Drayton’s creative piece of textile artwork “Golden Sunflowers”. Please Note:the poem also appears in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, in Chapter 6, War! Without Peace? on page 86.
A Banner Of Sunflowers
look! up there above the War’s darkest clouds there is a blue banner embroidered with sunflowers swaying through a hole in the eastern sky
bearing a message of ‘Hello’ or is it ‘Goodbye’? a sweeping reminder from our Ancestors “we feel your suffering and pain from the merciless hard rain blood-filled rivers and cratered plains smoke-filled skylines and cracked windowpanes”
“however, we also know beyond the broken horizon the sunflower plants of hope will germinate again and future seeds for peace will regenerate a new campaign“
Shine, hail, or snow The moon glows and grows Into the wizard’s noble silver disc
“It’s Time, to make wish” Before the magical foil Shrinks and recoils Behind the earth’s orbital shadow Now bestowed with a sooty air flow From all the Wars surplus ammo
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Perspective … to visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … And my poem below is a metaphorical perspective between “nature’s serenity and our wild wars”
And I Wonder Why
On a windless winter morn
I am walking beside the wave-less bay
Watching the white wispy clouds
Wandering above the whispering trees
And I am wondering why
Our worried and weeping world
Wantonly wastes time
On unworthy and wearisome wars
“Esmerelda”, a wonderfully dramatic song by Ben Howard
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