Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2020. As is my way, I have made some poetic edits.
Time on the Moon with Tea and Lime (Revised)
between now and then I see the full moon again sip on tea and lime and dream of a bygone time
where are you, old friend hiding your face until the end and I hear a distant tick-tock buried under weathered rock
when it’s all said and done my words fall one by one inking blues, line after line and I do not care the time
and sand flows drop by drop from the timeless clock adorning her silent cocoon on the far side of the moon
The Kinks “Full Moon”, Lyrics
Haven’t you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes? It’s only me, dear, in my midnight disguise Pay no attention if I crawl across the room It’s just another full moon
Don’t be afraid of me when I’m walking in my sleep Don’t get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon It’s just another full moon It’s just another full moon
You see before you a truly broken man ‘Cause when it gets to midnight, I don’t know who I am Full moon’s a-callin’, and it’s put a curse on me And it will never set me free
The full moon’s still up there Like a great white balloon The owls are a-callin’ And they’re singin’ my tune The night keeps a-crawlin’ I wish the day would come soon To get away from another full moon Here comes another full moon
If your hands start shakin’ When night starts to fall If you’re scared of the moonlight And the shadows on the wall If the face in the mirror Isn’t you at all It’s just another full moon It’s just another full moon
During our cool and crispy, summer Sunday walk, Nature blessed us with sunshine, wispy clouds, misty showers, rainbows, early birds, and the setting moon
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from June 2023 and was published in The Geelong Writers Anthology, Anomaly Street (Poetry With A Difference), Volume 2, no. 1- June 2023, a twice-yearly collection of poetry that creates jolts for flatlined minds. Thank you to the editor, Jo Curtain, for selecting my poem.
Twilight’s Bookends (Revised)
Cloud wisps creep across a sun-streaked sky
The curtain soundlessly drops on dappled twilight
There, behind flickering drapes the starry starry night awaits
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is Embellishment. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. I hope my Haiku further Embellishes my viewing of the spectacular moon rise over Corio Bay (Geelong) last evening.
Moon-glades (a Haiku)
Glimmering moonbeams Iridescent candle lights Dancing on the bay
Tonight, the moon rose over the ocean as the sun set in the west. It was a warm summer evening with a clear twilight sky, and we would not miss such a spectacular event …
An Etheree is a 10-line poem in which each line follows a syllable count that matches the line number. For example, the first line has one syllable, the second has two, etc. The poem is unrhymed but has rhythm, meaning, imagery, and sometimes an underlying second meaning.
Oceans (an Etheree)
What do the oceans know? tides come and go footprints in the sand foreshadow the way home fresh today, gone tomorrow slip away with the undertow dreams fade in a cloud of misty rain leaving dark watermarks in my shadow
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 