Featured Image Above:In the last light of day, even a weakened sun can show how much of our shared humanity has slipped away.
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“A Fistful of Sand,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> A Fistful of Sand – Coffee House Writers
Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me. “A circling flock of Corellas rises beyond the golden eye — twilight’s quiet lantern.”
Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s time for the One Day Prompt.To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here I’ve used a bit of ‘poetic license,’ and only got as far as“One”without the “Day.”
Beyond the Golden Eye
Tonight’s fluorescent twilight sky is strikingly dominated by one enchanting golden eye.
The illustrious iris silhouettes The horizon’s sleepy statuettes,
and a circling flock of Corellas looks like an inverted umbrella, full of luminous candelas.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in May 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the opening poem in Chapter 8, War: A Waste of Time
“And I have carried on this war. Though no one wins an endless fight. I have claimed that God has guided me. And killed to prove I’m right.” Lyrics from Damien Rice’s song, “What if I’m wrong.”
Between Lines, Who Holds the Power
Do you see – a man walking on water? Did you see – his feet were bleeding? Do you read – the missing scriptures? Did you read – your own family tree? Do you hear, speechless angels, singing? Did you hear – the songbirds crying?
Do you feel – the erased wars calling? Did you feel – the hard rains falling? Do you know – the ones who are lying? Did you know, the refugees are dying?
“What If I’m Wrong”, Lyrics, by Damien Rice
I could wrestle with tomorrow Until tomorrow’s in the past Because I have torn apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts I have stayed locked behind these doors To show there’s no way out I got lost within the space between The question and the doubt I have built a wall between
What I believed and what is true I have sacrificed the love I had For power over you
I have convicted those who disagree And walked over the weak I have placed a gun within the mouth Of those who dared to speak
And on an ordinary day In an ordinary way I have crushed the minds of children With extraordinary shame
And I have carried on this war Though no one wins an endless fight I have claimed that God has guided me And killed to prove I’m right
What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong
Is this soul worth saving at all? Cause if I lose my wings then surely I must fall And the gods prayed to the gods they made
We could wrestle with tomorrow until tomorrow’s in the past We could tear apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts
We could stay locked behind the doors To show there’s no way out We could get lost within the space between The question and the doubt
A lucky snapshot: a bird crossing an invisible line between sun and sky, caught in the quiet shimmer of possibility.
From Beyond Nowhere
Below the invisible line, Between the sun and time, It is impossible to know That what we perceive Are the stars’ definitive stare, Or, whether the outer glow Is the universe’s cosmic snow From beyond nowhere.
This Tanka was inspired by a moment of stillness and lift — a bird rising into the blue, catching the wind as if it knew exactly where it needed to go. It’s a small meditation on movement, uncertainty, and the quiet hope that carries us toward calmer places.
To Catch the Wind(a Tanka)
Let me catch the wind, blowing toward the unknown, where silver seeds grow beyond the world’s toxic snow, into peaceful olive trees.
In a world scarred by mines, machines, and careless extraction, the sky remains a refuge for those who choose to protect rather than exploit. These Black Knights rise through that open air as nature’s quiet defenders, calling us to join their watch.
Black Knights
We are nature’s Black Knights, guardians of the planet’s salvage rights. Watch us soar into the light
There above the earth’s trees, where the atmosphere is free, beyond the Daleks of mankind’s dreadful coalmines and destructive landmines. “ Now is the time to become a member of our sky’s peaceful nerve centre. We welcome all monitors, menders, clever inventors, and recycled pretenders.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 