I planted sunflower seeds in my courtyard garden this afternoon, which prompted me to post today’s Throwback Friday poem, “A Banner of Sunflowers”. The poem originally stems from a Geelong Writers Ekphrastic poetry workshop, in May 2022, and this was my poetic response to Shirley Drayton’s creative piece of textile artwork “Golden Sunflowers”. Please Note:the poem also appears in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, in Chapter 6, War! Without Peace? on page 86.
A Banner Of Sunflowers
look! up there above the War’s darkest clouds there is a blue banner embroidered with sunflowers swaying through a hole in the eastern sky
bearing a message of ‘Hello’ or is it ‘Goodbye’? a sweeping reminder from our Ancestors “we feel your suffering and pain from the merciless hard rain blood-filled rivers and cratered plains smoke-filled skylines and cracked windowpanes”
“however, we also know beyond the broken horizon the sunflower plants of hope will germinate again and future seeds for peace will regenerate a new campaign“
Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. Incredibly, I now have “1811” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! (on my bookshelf I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems … )
Click on >> Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 10, Sailing Around the World
Under a shady tree, I grow I wriggle my toes Into the moist mossy mound Where the sun never touches the ground
I push upward without a sound Wearing a small golden crown That covers my short nightgown Then I open and shakedown Over the undergrowth’s brown eiderdown
In December, my poem/verse, ‘Invincible Pieces’, will appear at the “Creative Geelong Makers Hub” in the front window gallery (Third Space) on Little Malop St. 132 Centrepoint Arcade. Geelong The display will include “15″ artists’ interpretations of the broken jar, over various disciplines, “bringing new life and finding beauty in the damaged and discarded”…
Invincible Pieces
I, a broken ginger jar I, have been damaged and mismanaged I, am repairable and valuable
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Intrusive Gale”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-intrusive-gale/
We are both exhausted After Saturday’s strenuous market day And today we are calmly unwinding At the convivial Box Office Cafe I am drafting this poem And Frankie is quietly resting The Sunday sun is warmly shining But yesterday’s cold wind is still howling
We didn’t get to sleep Until after midnight And today, the relaxing ambience Of our favourite destination Is the place for some peaceful hibernation Away from our poetry workstation
The weather was not kind For our Makers Market Day The afternoon was wet with an icy wind Which naturally kept the crowd away
I did not sell any books But again, my poem lucky Dip pot It was an intriguing and delightful success As all the envelopes contained my web address And I had some happy customers Who said they followed my website Their kind words have made my night