Yesterday My world was a tomb Today I fled my room Away From the gloom
Out there The sky was grey
Do you know? Not all clouds have dull shadows Rainbows know how to play the banjo Sunflowers can grow in the snow And all birds enjoy putting on an airshow In the middle of Nature’s achromatic afterglow
I am a hybrid of mixed origin An off-spring of my parents Dad was a red-head with freckles From Tasmania, a convict great-grandson Mum had dark hair and olive skin A German and Scottish background She was born in Penang Malaysia They were worlds apart The great war shaped their paths Time and peace brought them together I’m their hybrid, with freckles and dark hair
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Wandering In My Universe” 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/wandering-in-my-universe/
In December, my poem, “Invincible Pieces” will be published in a strikingly noteworthy way at the Creative Geelong Makers Hub. An exquisite sign was expertly painted on the front glass door of The Third Space Gallery, 132 Little Malop St, Centrepoint Arcade, Geelong. … My poem is part of the “Damaged” Display, which includes “15″ artists’ interpretations of a broken ginger jar, over various disciplines. “bringing new life and finding beauty in the damaged and discarded”…
Thanks to Mad Missy, of MAD – Works blog site (https://mad-missy-work.blog/2024/11/23/embracing-the-struggle/). I wrote a poetic response to her thoughtful poem, “Embracing the Struggle”, which I later edited to create my poem ‘Thoughts Winnow Into Words’
Thoughts Winnow Into Words
Words waver and wander around In the weighty shadows of the whispering moon And we warily wonder why But there’s no need to worry
Thoughts winnow into words When wistful eyes hear sound
** Please note: The featured image above was copied, with permission from Niki Flow’s; >> blog site. https://under1000skies.org/
Today’s Throwback poem is from July 2019, six months after my third stroke, and stroke fatigue was still occurring regularly. Today, I’m feeling quite fatigued, but it has more to do with my hectic schedule lately …
An Empty Shell
I’m a broken stick Hit by a tonne of bricks I’ve stroke fatigue Tiredness out of my league The psyche says go My body says no Yesterday everything was fine Today nothing is mine Only rest and sleep Not even a sneaky peep They say, what’s wrong I say, who’s playing my song They say, you look ok I say, I cannot stay Read us your poem No! I want to go home Don’t spoil the show I’m an empty shell, they do not know
In December, my poem/verse, ‘Invincible Pieces’, will appear at the “Creative Geelong Makers Hub” in the front window gallery (Third Space) on Little Malop St. 132 Centrepoint Arcade. Geelong The display will include “15″ artists’ interpretations of the broken jar, over various disciplines, “bringing new life and finding beauty in the damaged and discarded”…
Invincible Pieces
I, a broken ginger jar I, have been damaged and mismanaged I, am repairable and valuable
This morning I attended the Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting, and the theme/topic was to present a “Haibun”. ‘Falling’, is the Haibun I wrote for the group to peruse.
Haibun Definition:In a haibun, the prose section provides a descriptive narrative or a personal essay-like passage, while the haiku serves as a brief, poetic moment or reflection that complements the prose. The prose typically describes a scene, a journey, an experience, or a memory in a concise and vivid manner, often incorporating sensory details and emotional insights.
Falling (a Haibun)
On this day 24 years ago. I abruptly awoke. I was struggling to breathe, and my right arm and leg felt strange. I did not know I was having a stroke. I struggled and fell out of bed. My tumble woke my wife, Carole, and I could see the anguish or fear in her eyes. Somehow, I was able to ring “000“, and slur enough information for them to locate me. Fortunately, the ambulance guys knew of Carole’s condition and promptly organized the appropriate health agencies to have her minded and cared for.
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