The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word: GLOW , please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … The Haiku below is my response to the Prompt “Glow”.
Lately I have been reading the poems I wrote while I was hostpital 4 years ago, recovering from 2 strokes that had occured only 7 weeks apart. Needless to say, I was down and out, and looking back through my writings during those difficut months, I am both surprised and fascinated at how I was able cope and still managed to produce so many emotion pieces from the confines of my hospital bed. Todays poem “I’m A Dreamer”, as is my way, has been slightly revised.
I’m A Dreamer(Revised)
I am here on a hospital bed, life’s not quite right
Today’s window, is out of sight
I sense that the sun did rise and the day is now alight
Answering the sky, I’m a dreamer of the night
Morning thoughts of the day ahead, within this quiet
I could be in the park, flying my orange kite
Under a cool verandah, riding my silver bike
On the surf beach, cleansing myself of this blight
Lying on warm sand, sunbathing my body beyond white
Reality strikes, I’m here waiting for the next test’s bite
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Untouchable and Invisible World”, 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/the-untouchable-and-invisible-world/
A poem I wrote in early February 2019, while recovering from my third stroke. I have slightly revised a few words, and altered the title – originally “Time and the Sea”
Time In A Turbulent Sea
My time, weeks, days, and hours have gone
My time, between one procedure and the next
Time to explore this healing castle
Time to write about realities and dreams
Time to chat to eager listeners
Time to observe the people living within
Time to think about the world’s problems
Time to visualise pictures of tomorrow
I am not a patient in his bed
I am free-standing and waiting instead
I am a walking and talking local poet
I am not allowed to vacate the site
They want me near, to study my plight
They want me here, to secure my bed
They need me near, to look into my mind
They need me here, so I am easy to find
Solstafir – Midaftann, Translated Lyrics
Mid-Evening
Now I have come home
After a journey on the deep seas.
The wave was so high,
The saltiness ate everything up.
I drowned in a black hole,
I pulled at the hand of death.
So high, it was so high,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon high in the sky,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon lighted a path.
So high, so high, wave of the sins, wave of the sins.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 