Featured Image Above: A bleak sky, fleeing wings, and a world on edge—echoed in the voice of “Iron Sky.”
A thank you to Derrick for inspiring the theme of this poem, even though I didn’t use his photo this time. His article nudged me to write. >> Confusion About The Month – derrickjknight
Gulls Over Dover
The sky turns a hessian dull as our silly world spins towards another war zone cull.
The frightened gulls of Dover flee north to Hull, too wary of looking backwards, haunted by humanity’s disparities
Featured Image by Julius H. from Pixabay(From Eugi’s Prompt Site)
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in June 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in the Epigram section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.
Throwing back to a poem that reminded me how even small things, like snowflakes, can ease old heartaches.
Cascading Snowflakes (an Epigram)
With every breath we take After our weary eyes awake The existence of daybreak Appeases our heartaches As cascading, soft snowflakes Gently flow over our old keepsakes
In the hush of a calm bay, the moon lifts above the palms as if ready to whisper its small truth to the night.
Full Moon Rising
There is a hush in the air Below the full moon’s stare Silence is golden Eveningtide unfolding The bay is dead calm As the moon glares Through Rippleside’s palms
“Why look at me I’m only a tiny spirit in the universe’s eternal sea.“
“Scan beyond your sandy quay to find your celestial key.”
Featured Image Above:The Colour of the Dawn Sky Above the Western Horizon
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,“Dawn’s Symphony of Light (a Tanka),” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/dawns-symphony-of-light/
Yesterday’s sky felt like it was tuning itself for morning — colours rising, shadows softening, the world humming awake. Today, this Tanka arrived, and Osibisa’s ‘The Dawn’ felt like the perfect companion.”
Rain still falling, sun breaking through, and the sky opening into two bright arcs. A moment too rare to ignore — and one that followed me into my dreams
Under the Leaking Astrodome
Despite the steamy summer rain, Nature beckoned me to keep walking. The late afternoon’s overcast sky Was her theatre’s silver screen.
Within the leaking astrodome, I witnessed a grand mystical show. Sunbeams were breaking clear From behind the shrouding clouds, And a long, majestic rainbow arch – not just one bright rainbow ribbon, but a magical double rainbow.
How serendipitously fortunate was I, even if I was soaked to the bone. Ancient mythologies say that such rare revelations, whisper of storms clearing within the spirit.
Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me, A man stands at the edge of time, where the foreshore fades, and the door to the encore glows.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in January 2024) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the opening poem in the Micri Poem section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.
The Last Encore
I am standing on the diminishing foreshore Staring at that missing ground floor “Like there was a door” Between here and the last encore
And so we stand, between here and the last encore — listening for time’s quiet applause.
Until Eyes Hear Sound has already spoken through its poems, but this short video offers another way in — a quiet blend of colour, movement, and mood that reflects the heart of the book.
A Glimpse Into the Book
Across ten chapters, the collection explores nature, memory, imagination, and the questions that shape our lives. The cover’s rising birds and shifting sky mirror the book’s reflective and curious spirit.
Why a Promotional Video?
This piece serves as a gentle introduction for new readers and a companion for those familiar with my work. It offers a calm entry point and a sense of the book’s emotional palette — more an open door than a traditional trailer.
Behind the Scenes
The images echo the themes of reflection, flight, and stillness. The pacing is unhurried, allowing the mood to settle. This video will also support the broader promotional work coordinated by Gisela.
Watch the Video
A Poem from the Collection
Anomaly
I see a stone wall of sad faces the refugees from different places Shuffling on old, shredded boot laces wearing tattered clothes and frozen braces
These lost cultures of opposite races begging for water and food traces living out of torn tents and empty suitcases And here, people play games in cyberspaces
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