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 that I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, and they are 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 a total of “1638” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! Click on >> Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 6. Shadowed Ground“
Shadowed Ground
I look up and wonder why The moon is fearfully hiding In the fading twilight sky
As he forlornly looks down Upon our shadowed ground Knowing our King of Peace Wears a shrouded crown
Going back in my files I discovered that I have “2” poems titled “Birds On Wires”. The First one is from July 2020 and the Second piece is from March 2023, so I decided to post both Poems … maybe you can let me know which one is your favourite.
Birds On Wires, (July 2020, which appears in “Until Eyes Hear Sound” page 12)
Here on the edge of lower earth Beyond the urban concrete girth Withering trees are trying to grow Reaching for that mystical power flow Hungering for energy from contaminated ground Not the airwaves of false sonic sound Man-made arrows cluttering the sky Unnatural webs soaring high Bird snatching wires Hanging on cold steal spires Carriers of these modern times The pulse of humanities crimes
Birds On Wires (March 2023)
Weary gray clouds Lay anchored in the sky Moist air hangs breathless Not a wisp to disperse the flies An anxious sweaty dampness Clings to everything
Birds on wires sit motionless Waiting for a thermal updraft To lift spirits beyond this world of smallness Where greed and wars seem senseless And remain the leader’s primary craft
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word: Scary. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Below my poem is a “Scary” metaphorical anti-war Tanka.
Yesterday, Judy, my editor/publisher, set me one last task before my manuscript could be sent to the printers, which was to design a Back Cover with an interesting ‘Blurb’ for my new book. By using my ‘Canva App’, and reworking Kerri’s Front Cover design, I was happy with the image that I created. Then the difficult part was writing an appropriate ‘Blurb’ for my book, which was to be my debut attempt at writing such a piece. After many torn-up drafts and lots of frustrating self-doubts, I eventually produced my ‘Blurb’.
“Until Eyes Hear Sound”, My ‘Blurb’
The title ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’ could mean different things depending on your interpretation. It could be a poetic expression, a metaphor for waiting for something to happen, or a way of describing a state of deep concentration where one is so focused on one’s inner vision that one becomes oblivious to external sounds. Ivor’s poems do not suggest having the answers, but his words encourage you to think about the environment we live in, as he ponders the purpose of our existence in the Universe. “If you love poetry that challenges, inspires, and moves you, this book is for you.”
Today I received a lovely message from Lisa, Editor/Publisher at ‘Prolific Pulse Press’ >> https://www.prolificpulse.com/ Dear Ivor, I love the poem you just sent for Cadence and would love to publish it with the anthology. It truly put a smile on my face.
Of course, I cannot post the poem until after the Anthology has been published in March, but I can tell you that my delightful poem is about “Charlie the Caterpillar shuffling over the track to help his little friend, Billy the Bee
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 