Geranium (Ruby), Bougainvillea (Jazzi), and Begonia (Dragon Wing Red)
Bromeliads, Billbergia nutan (Tears of Joy), and Neoregelia Medusa
Colourful Anomalies
I am pondering, like Rodin’s “The Thinker” We are in the second week of winter And here I perceive among my courtyard flowers Several unseasonal anomalies Maybe it’s because my garden is enclosed And sheltered from winter’s winds and frosts Whatever the reason, nature has been well-disposed Toward my plant’s colourful displays Of Geranium, Bougainvillea, Begonia, and Bromeliads
Malcolm, looking sad and slowly fading away. This morning’s replacement mouse
Malcolm the Mouse
Some sad news Late last night My mouse died
He’s not been well This past month His right side was fading away And then his left side started failing too “His lights were on but nobody was home”
I rang my younger brother “What should I do, mate?” He said, “How old was he?” “I think he was 13 years old” “Oh well, his time was due, you’ll have to put him down and throw him in the bin”
“Ok, it’s been difficult trying to use my computer without Malcolm”
Luckily, this morning After rummaging through the shed I found another mouse An old USB plug-in one
I have been focusing on sunsets lately, so appropriately, my Throwback Friday poem is a ‘Sunset’ verse that I wrote in March 2023. However, please note that all images in today’s post were taken this evening.
Sunset, A Moment in Time
here I stand waiting I see clouds lifting paddocks shimmering
here I stand camera in hand waiting for that pivotal moment where the edge of time implodes
here I see the golden sun and a tree-lined horizon majestically collide
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. However, the booklet format is 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”, the name of my little Villa, and it is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. I now have “2004” 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 14, Purple Tomato Tree”
“Hit the ground running,” they say Well, I hit Monday Without a ripcord On my parachute It mysteriously disappeared Out of touch, out of sight I think I left my ‘safety chute’ At the Market on Saturday
I’m only half finished My new project, Shangri La, Volume 14 “We desperately need a coffee break”, I said to Frankie So, down to the ‘Cafe’ we went!
This old poet had to relax And slow down the adrenaline flow “What goes up, must come down.”
Hopefully, when I crush tonight, The landing will be a smooth one
At Creative Geelong Makers Hub on Saturday, there was a rare opportunity when all the artists’ shops and studios were open on the same day.
Inside the MAY’D Shop.
The House, a community artistic centre and creative workshop.
The Hot House, the Hair Stylist’s Salon, and his Art Studio.
The Collectables Shop.
Vicky, who specializes in doggie portraits.
Joanne’s, Eco Artland, and Isobel and Sue’s Art Studios.
Wishart Creative and Untether Gallery
An Inside Job
I’m on the inside, looking out North or south means nout In here, there are no louts Nor any sign of the drought
I’m doing a native walkabout From shop to shop, lights on, or out There is nothing to doubt or flout Pins and needles, nails and clouts Paint brushes and ceramic grout Statues and clay waterspouts Colourful cards and canvases throughout A hairstylist, who paints during his timeout
I’m on a wondrous whirlabout Trekking the Makers Hub route Like a curious Boy Scout
And over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the last weekend of the month and time for their One Day Prompt! To visit their fabulous site, please click on > Here
A Technical Knockout
When you’re down and out feeling like a dry river-bed trout flipping around after an endless drought And you’re in the vacant corner of another losing bout There’ll be one day, without doubt you’ll have nothing left to shout about
Please, I beg, one last Guinness stout before I get kicked in the spout by Trump’s next lockout roundabout
After the ruthless rout, when I blacked out I was told by a local layabout “there was no doubt, the decision was a Technical Knockout”
