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)
I ordered my Copies of “Cadence” on Sunday, and they are today! (Thursday) … the Emu flew faster than Jet Plane … Me and Frankie have had a quick browse, and the anthology of “Life’s Poetic Rhythms” looks sensational.
I am proud and excited to have two poems in “Prolific Pulse Press’s” new Anthology, Cadence – Life’s Poetic Rhythms. Many thanks to the editors, Lisa and Zaneta for presenting this fabulous Anthology. >> https://www.prolificpulse.com/
Description, by the Editors We take pride in showcasing these exceptional poems crafted by devoted poets. When we issued the call for submissions, we encouraged writers to contemplate the following questions: – What do you celebrate about life? – Who do you celebrate and why? – When do you feel most joyful? – How do you define joy? – Where do you find the most happiness? – How does joyfulness feel to you? – Why is it important to find joy?
The responses received were both abundant and significant. Now is the opportunity to delve into the works of these remarkable poets and experience their unique perspectives. We are grateful for all the contributions and devotion to this theme.
Flowers in the Sky(Cadence, by Ivor Steven)
Look up high Beyond yesterday’s goodbyes Until your eyes Are caressed by the sunny sky And savor the reason why Flowers strive to fly
Late yesterday afternoon I went down to the city waterfront to capture the full moon rising over the bay. Then I attended the Creative Geelong Winter Solstice event and the City’s Solstice Festival … No poem, but I took lots of Photos …
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Sleep … please visit their fabulous website by clicking on >> Here. I’ve been busy the last several days, an open mic’ night, a big fun afternoon at the Box Office Cafe (Poem below), Creative Geelong Market Day, and tomorrow morning it’s my Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting … And tonight, I am very “Sleepy”
Together in the Box Office Cafe
As is Frankie’s way In his cute and friendly manner He invited three young ladies To join us at our table And as in Tullawalla’s, ‘a meeting place’ We quickly became cheekily friendly and chatty They were inquisitive about what I was writing, and my books, ‘Perceptions’ and ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’
The three “train-driver” ladies jokingly agreed “Youth is wasted on the young” Then, Ivor, Frankie, Carla, Mandy, and Emily Shared pup-cups, cappuccino, and latte Along with some neuro-cool glasses Of vodka, prosecco, and martini
Thanks to the ladies, we had a fun afternoon Frankie lapped up all their extra cuddles And Carla kindly purchased Signed copies of, ‘Tullawalla’ and ‘Perceptions’
A poem I wrote in April 2021, about waiting for the Publisher to do the edit corrections and have my “new” book (Tullawalla) printed and look the way I wanted it to be!
Patiently, I Am Waiting
Patience drifts around the clock Patience floats in dry-dock Patience hovers in transit Patience belies my spirit
Patiently I walk Patiently I talk Patiently I listen Patiently I have forgiven
Patience is the essence Patience is my sentence Patience is my burden Patience is my warden
Patiently I wait Patiently I update Patiently I sleep And alone I weep
Patiently I Compromise Patiently I will arise Patiently I reactivate Patiently I will gravitate Patience commands my time Patience is my crime
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