Hello dear readers and followers, I am now back writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine, after a 6 weak self-enforced break due to my personally hectic schedule during April and May. Luckily, I had my article ready for publication before I contracted ‘Covid’, and my poem “Behind Your Mirror”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/behind-your-mirror/
Another covid/isolation poem from March 2020, although my revised version here is almost a complete rewrite. Good news, today Imade a small but noticeable improvement
Boy in a Bubble (Revised)
I’m living inside a bubble, unable to flee
Shadows are drifting away from me
Shivering silhouettes are beyond arms reach
I’m an isolated grain of sand from yesterday’s beach
I’m sleeping alone within my crazy daydreams
Thinking of life and wishing to be with my honey and cream*
This commonwealth of man has isolated the birds and bees
Now I’m sleepwalking, toward the forest’s hugging tree
Another poem from those “Covid/Lockdown” times, March 2020 … My Doctor has me on an anti-viral/covid medication to stop my situation from worsening, and hopefully, I’ll be improving soon …
Hi dear readers, I’m home with the ‘Covid’ virus, so I have been searching my files for some appropriate poems, and found this post from June 2020
“A wonderful surprise for me this morning and a lovely pick-me-up, to find that my poem “The Sun Arose Again”, had been published at ‘Red Wolf Journal’, and thank you to the editor, Irene, for her kind consideration of my submission…”
There must be a number of silent masks around Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs
Perhaps the next awakening will be a peaceful one Full of friendly compassion and wisdom I’m lucky today, the sun arose again To light up the hallway, despite the rain I’ll be the first one to walk out the door And the only one left here, to see her valour
Featured Images: were taken at the local Kindergarten, where the school’s gardener lovingly maintains the beautiful garden, and she excitedly pointed out that, despite it being the start of winter, there were 2 sunflower plants ‘defying the odds’. and actually thriving and blooming … I smiled at her joyful enthusiasm, however inwardly I was silently weeping for those still suffereing in wartorn Ukraine. So here today I am reposting “5” of my “Sunflower” poems relating to the “Ukrainian” war.