Hello, dear readers and followers. I’m going away for a 10-day holiday and a break tomorrow, but I’ve ‘Scheduled’ several poems on my WP site while Frankie and I are up at Ballarat. (so my WP blogging will be very minimal)
A Sunflower Reminder (a Tanka)
My sunflower blooms Three short days before Christmas But three long winters Have passed over the meadows Without peace in the Ukraine
I originally wrote today’s ‘Throwback Friday’ poem in June 2021 as a protest against the proposed drilling for oil in the “Great Australian Bight,” a protected ocean area known as the Great Australian Bight Commonwealth Marine Reserve. And as is my way, I have revised and rewritten my poem “Tomorrow’s Sky”
Tomorrow’s Sky (Revised)
Floating upon my bed of rhyme I continued to drift into Dreamtime Reaching out through the window I imagined what I could borrow From the world’s future of sorrow
And beyond the blue horizon On the edge of the Indian Ocean I grabbed a piece of tomorrow’s sky Strange, the feeling bamboozled my eye
Then magically I saw an azure hue of daylight Within the shimmering mirage of nature’s plight An unpolluted view of the “Great Australian Bight”
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Ghost! You can visit their fabulous by clicking on >> Here. My Tanka/Poem below is about me exorcising my personal ghosts.
More Than Static (a Tanka)
I’m not elastic Or a paralysed object I am not static Or a dysfunctional soul I am solid, like a rock
Today I am presenting my poem from the “Fae Dreams” Anthology, October 2020. I wrote the original piece in 2018.
Tower to Heaven (Revised)
I remember the day Like it was yesterday A cold morning in the paddock I, a static shadow in the flock Standing beside a giant pylon I looked up to heaven Straight up the tower The tower of power Crosses of galvanized iron Straining under the winter sun Wind howling through its huge steel web And demons screaming in my head My spirit began climbing the spire Clambering higher and higher Up the pyramid of life’s wires Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire A visionary mission before I die To embrace a piece of my angels’ sky
Hi, dear readers and followers. As you know, it’s summertime down under in Australia, however this morning I read a lovely poem “Snowpeople”, written by Gigi >> https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com/2024/12/09/snowpeople-2/ Her thoughtful and enchanting poem prompted me to write this poetic response as my comment to her wonderful post. ** Sorry, but it doesn’t snow in Geelong, so I have no suitable snow photos to accompany today’s article. My “moonman’ photos from this evening will have to suffice.
Snowflakes and the Snowman
Snowflakes float down And gather on the ground Without making a sound
The gathering becomes a white field The field’s enchanting appeal Cannot be concealed As crafty snowballs gather and expand Merrily creating a mystical snowman