On Thursday evening I attended the Lowercase Poetry Open Mic night, and after the event was finished I went down the road to check out the Creative Geelong “Third Space Gallery”, which I had not seen before at night. Wow, as the saying goes, “It was lit up like a Christmas tree” …
Illuminated (a Tanka)
The neon spotlights illuminated my words and the art display in the “Third Space Gallery” like a hit show on Broadway
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2022, and I wrote it to signify the announcement that “Tullawalla #31” was to be the final publication in my series of “Tullawalla” Booklets. The poem appears in my book, Until Eyes Hear Sound, Chapter 8, page 120.
The above Images are of my, bedroom bookshelves, loungeroom bookcase, and bedside table of books.
The Closing Chapter
After the first page was turned The saga progressed slowly Unopened books were lost Unused words were found New novels had to be read The search for more Went on, and on
Adventure volumes were added Library expansion soared upwards Higher than fiction could fly Fluttering beyond The ladder’s last rung Where the quest for more Was out of reach And the tale of uncharted possibility Remained the unfinished story Of the final chapter
Celtica, a high-octane modern Irish Dance show, will tour the stages across Australia in 2024. It stars an elite troupe of dancers, including stars of Lord of the Dance and Celtic Illusion, and on Tuesday evening they were in Geelong. My friend, Barbara, and I were fortunate enough to be part of a ‘packed house’.
The ‘packed house’ theatre. Then Barbara and I with the singer and the lead dancers after the show.
We are both exhausted After Saturday’s strenuous market day And today we are calmly unwinding At the convivial Box Office Cafe I am drafting this poem And Frankie is quietly resting The Sunday sun is warmly shining But yesterday’s cold wind is still howling
We didn’t get to sleep Until after midnight And today, the relaxing ambience Of our favourite destination Is the place for some peaceful hibernation Away from our poetry workstation
The weather was not kind For our Makers Market Day The afternoon was wet with an icy wind Which naturally kept the crowd away
I did not sell any books But again, my poem lucky Dip pot It was an intriguing and delightful success As all the envelopes contained my web address And I had some happy customers Who said they followed my website Their kind words have made my night
“Be a mirror, absorb everything around you, and still remain the same.” – Leonardo da Vinci
An Unstable Fable
At times, imperceptibly and involuntarily I appear to be vulnerable and disabled
I have lost my agility and movability My inabilities could have been a liability But I am capable and dependable And over time, I have developed adaptability
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”
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word: Adapt. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here. … below, my poem contains the word “Adaptable” …
Twilight Time
Photogenically As the setting sun Folded into the horizon The half-moon shimmered Like a white wave Upon a sapphire ocean
And simultaneously Nature’s adaptable birds Painted winged silhouettes On the chromatic Twilight sky
On my morning walkies with Frankie, I like trying to photograph birds in flight, and since my book launch for “Until Eyes Hear Sound” is only 3 weeks away, I thought I would repost my poem “Birds in Flight” (Chapter 1, page 14)