Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. Incredibly, I now have “1853” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! (on my bookshelf I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems)
Click on >> HERE. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 11, Serene Memories
** Over at Weekly Prompts, It’s their end of the month, “One Day” Prompt. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here My “Shangri La” Booklet took well over “One Day” to compile and produce.
Serene Memories
I live in a time zone Where a peaceful river flows Through the heart of my home
Down the road, toward the South The Ocean’s shimmering memories Convey a tranquil taste Of sea mist to my mouth
And not far away, toward the North The mountain’s eucalyptus fragrance Serenely follows me back and forth
I am a scrubby tree Shaggy like a wild woolly bee However, the birds always befriend me Perching on my bent knees And pecking at my flowers and leaves Like a flock of grub-thieves
I am unselfish and kind And intuitively, I do not mind My branches are there to be shared My sacred patch has been spared And is politically unimpaired
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is – Nurturing. To visit their fabulous site, click on >> Here Today, my poem is about the “Nurturing”/guiding powers of the full moon.
Full Moon Rising
I am an aging seagull And I must be out of my skull
Thinking that I’m fit enough To fly further than the bluff
No matter, there is a full moon To guide me across this barren dune
My journey is a lonely one But I’m not to be outdone
I know there is another blue ocean Beyond this World’s wavering horizon
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “The Wounded Blacbirds” 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/the-wounded-blackbirds/