Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is Supersize. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE … and I imagine the Blackbird’s domain, to be “supersized”
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Intrusive Gale”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-intrusive-gale/
Shine, hail, or snow The moon glows and grows Into the wizard’s noble silver disc
“It’s Time, to make wish” Before the magical foil Shrinks and recoils Behind the earth’s orbital shadow Now bestowed with a sooty air flow From all the Wars surplus ammo
A ‘Tu-aiku’ is my name for Dual Haiku, and here, my first stanza is a Japanese style of Haiku with only 9 syllables, and the second stanza is a standard English version, a 5-7-5 syllable count
Hail (a Tu-aiku)
Stones of ice Fingers go numb Cheeks burn
Birds gracefully glide Into the freezing hailstones Snails calmly slither
In 2017, the Magpie was voted The Australian ‘Bird of the Year’ They are playful, cheeky, and enjoy sunbathing Magpies are caring parents, and recognise people And uniquely the magpie’s song Is one of Australia’s most quintessential sounds
So, on this special spring day Friday the 13th of September I, now decree it to be “International Magpie Day”
This evening, I am reciting this poem at the ‘lowercase’ open mic night, for their theme, “Ultraviolet”. Also, over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is, Invisibility. and obliquelymy poem nearly fits the prompt … Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
Swallowed by the Sun (Revised, Oct 2023)
On a fiery hot suburban street Cobblestones are melting the crowd’s feet Bursting blisters, of the ignorant Burning souls, in the innocent Ultraviolet rays are scorching everyone Our world is being swallowed by the sun Oh, what have we humans done
All the rivers are running dry Fish lie on barren land, wanting to die Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by Penguins are moaning without their icy slides And you’ll hear the baby whales cry As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye Our Angel’s wings are singed and they cannot fly Old Mother Earth is quickly going awry And Father Time is forever asking why
Over at Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge for September is Lilac. Please visit their fabulous by clicking on >> Here … and in my kaleidoscopical sunset photos there are some “Lilac” coloured tones
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