On my knees, by the sea Looking beyond our sentinel trees I hear their whistling palms Forlornly echoing abandoned alarms
Through their leaves’ silhouettes I see a becalmed ocean of wavelets Caressing a boat full of suffragettes Fleeing the dusty sky of Mariupol sunsets Clutching their war-torn bassinets
Apologies to my followers and readers for not blogging much this weekend. Sorry, it has been a hectic weekend for me and I have run out of “Time” … Market Day, Saturday, and my Dome Poetry meeting on Sunday … I’ll have no breath left to blow out the candles!!
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is Back-to-Front. To visit their fabulous site, please click HERE
“Tock-tick”, or “47 is 74”
I am seventy-four today And as I am growing older I am hearing time ticking Back-to-front Sounding more like “tock-tick” Instead of a steady “tick-tock”
Once upon a time For every moment There was a second Now, in one moment There are two seconds! And the old hands On my rusty sundial Cannot find time’s Elusive shadow
Alas, I have searched Inside out and upside down For the key to time’s New age design “A backless clock Without any front”
I found this poem that I first posted in February 2018. I hope you enjoy the re-run, and as is my way, I’ve made a few edits.
Beyond Sunset (Revised)
Gently, the dying moonlight awakens my dawn And the baptizing sunrise waters my eyes Drowning the silent hours of my shallow day And dimming my hopes of playing in the hay
A hazy dusk shrouds the cemetery lawn And the rituals of sunset beckon my evening plight Flailing and falling upon sleepless night And I lie prone under my weighted crown
The Featured Image above is a photo of the Birthday Card that I received today from a dear friend who lives in Selangor (Malaysia), which is on the Equator.
A Butterfly’s Heart
Part I, Heart to Heart
An equatorial butterfly Landed softly in my hand Sat upon my sleeve And looked at me inquiringly “We need to have a heart-to-heart chat” Then said “I’m here to regenerate your wings. Join me in the sky, and follow your dreams before tomorrow’s dust, waves you goodbye”
Part II, Dreams of the Heart
I cannot walk the continents Like the intrepid Marco Polo But my feet have felt the sands of time Pass between my toes
I have not sailed the high seas Like the courageous Christopher Columbus But my body has bathed In an ocean full of kind hearts
I’m yet to fly in space Like the brave Neil Armstrong But I have reached for the stars And touched my soul’s dreams
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Now Falls Into Then”is in this week’s edition. … To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/now-falls-into-then/