Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Wandering In My Universe” is in this week’s edition. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/wandering-in-my-universe/
Today’s philosophical Throwback Friday poem was written in April 2022 and is published in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Day One
Before Day One
I wished upon a star That the milk-bar Was not too far away My life’s bread was crumbling My weathered hands were fumbling Witnessing the Last Supper was humbling
Day One
There, beyond the darkness Out in the universe From a million light-years away Under an alien’s microscopic frame We would all look the same
After Day One
I wished for the dust to settle Then waited for rusted gunmetal To mature into household kettles Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals
I originally wrote today’s ‘Throwback Friday’ poem in June 2021 as a protest against the proposed drilling for oil in the “Great Australian Bight,” a protected ocean area known as the Great Australian Bight Commonwealth Marine Reserve. And as is my way, I have revised and rewritten my poem “Tomorrow’s Sky”
Tomorrow’s Sky (Revised)
Floating upon my bed of rhyme I continued to drift into Dreamtime Reaching out through the window I imagined what I could borrow From the world’s future of sorrow
And beyond the blue horizon On the edge of the Indian Ocean I grabbed a piece of tomorrow’s sky Strange, the feeling bamboozled my eye
Then magically I saw an azure hue of daylight Within the shimmering mirage of nature’s plight An unpolluted view of the “Great Australian Bight”
Today I am presenting my poem from the “Fae Dreams” Anthology, October 2020. I wrote the original piece in 2018.
Tower to Heaven (Revised)
I remember the day Like it was yesterday A cold morning in the paddock I, a static shadow in the flock Standing beside a giant pylon I looked up to heaven Straight up the tower The tower of power Crosses of galvanized iron Straining under the winter sun Wind howling through its huge steel web And demons screaming in my head My spirit began climbing the spire Clambering higher and higher Up the pyramid of life’s wires Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire A visionary mission before I die To embrace a piece of my angels’ sky
Hi, dear readers and followers. As you know, it’s summertime down under in Australia, however this morning I read a lovely poem “Snowpeople”, written by Gigi >> https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com/2024/12/09/snowpeople-2/ Her thoughtful and enchanting poem prompted me to write this poetic response as my comment to her wonderful post. ** Sorry, but it doesn’t snow in Geelong, so I have no suitable snow photos to accompany today’s article. My “moonman’ photos from this evening will have to suffice.
Snowflakes and the Snowman
Snowflakes float down And gather on the ground Without making a sound
The gathering becomes a white field The field’s enchanting appeal Cannot be concealed As crafty snowballs gather and expand Merrily creating a mystical snowman
In December, my poem, “Invincible Pieces” will be published in a strikingly noteworthy way at the Creative Geelong Makers Hub. An exquisite sign was expertly painted on the front glass door of The Third Space Gallery, 132 Little Malop St, Centrepoint Arcade, Geelong. … My poem is part of the “Damaged” Display, which includes “15″ artists’ interpretations of a broken ginger jar, over various disciplines. “bringing new life and finding beauty in the damaged and discarded”…
Featured Image Above: A painting by, Carole Steven.
Earlier in the week I attended the hospital for a ‘one-day’ procedure, and my recovery from the effects of the anesthetic has lingered on for a few days, so my poem from January 2022 is quite an appropriate “Throwback Friday” article for today.
Is There More?
Beyond my front door Will there be more?
When the lights a dim I quietly sit and stare To see what is out there
Is there more? Than starlit stairs And when will I? Begin the climb