“As a poet, sometimes we confuse ourselves, Trying to create ashes, instead of fire ” – Leonard Cohen
Over at Weekly Prompts the November Colour Challenge is: Flame … Please click on >> Here to visit their fabulous site. My poem below, is about whether or not anyone reads or takes any notice of the “flame” within a poet’s words.
“I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I’d be caught in the grip Of the undertow” – Leonard Cohen, from his poem ‘Undertow’, taken out his book “The Flame”
Help or Hindrance
There the penguin squats
So slick and smug
Point blank
He questions me
“What are you doing?
Where are you going?
What are you trying to achieve?”
Why are you crying?
“I’m timeworn and unsure”
I blandly reply to Freddie
The fidgety fairy penguin
And despairingly, I gaze
Back at Freddie
Through my teary eyes
As I continue to wonder
Are my imaginary words
A help or hindrance
“Until Eyes Hear Sound” will be available in December
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Misplaced in Space”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/misplaced-in-space/
At Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word: Fresh. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … Below is my response to their prompt Fresh.
Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link >> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ Featured Image Above; my photo of my computer’s start-up screen this morning, from Windows Microsoft
“Itmims” is a poem I wrote in December 2018, when I was hospital, in an ‘Isolation Room’, and Itmims space craft was my imaginative means of escaping confinement.
Itmims (Tullawalla, page 60)
Welcome aboard my bubble ship, Itmims
Come fly with me into the unknown
We shall traverse time and space
Across the borders of level seven
Beyond the boundaries of intelligence
We’ll discover the story of Tullawalla
Capture the heart of a beautiful red-head
Learn about her journey of grace and bravery
Understand the depth of your soul
Show others what happens to the heart
Find your star, your colour, your lost art
Walk deserts in space, swim the Milky-way
Breathe the air I breathe, see what I see
Feel her soft red hair, on your cheek
Step inside my Itmims, sharing love on the high seas