The Authors’ Breakfast was a great success this morning. We had a room to ourselves at Novotel Geelong and a couple of hours to meet new people, mingle, and talk about all things books.
Out of the Blue!
This morning I attended An authors’ breakfast Then, out left field You were there! Spying on me! Peeping through the balcony window
After the event I was waiting at the bus stop Then, out of nowhere You were there! Spying on me! Peeping out of the leafy trees
When I returned home I took Frankie for a walk Then, out of the blue You were there! Spying on me! Peeping from behind the whispy clouds
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word: Adapt. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here. … below, my poem contains the word “Adaptable” …
Twilight Time
Photogenically As the setting sun Folded into the horizon The half-moon shimmered Like a white wave Upon a sapphire ocean
And simultaneously Nature’s adaptable birds Painted winged silhouettes On the chromatic Twilight sky
Two weeks to go until the ‘launch party’ for my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, and today’s Throwback Friday poem is in Chapter 7, (Memories and Rhymes) page 95, of the Book, and I wrote the poem in January 2021.
Invisible Miracles
I am neither black nor white I am not day nor night I am neither sand nor sea I am not a flower or a bee I am not wrong or right I am not heavy or light
I am Clear and free I am a cool ocean breeze I am a song we breathe I am the air from our trees I am a star above your grave I am a shy sound wave
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Comic Typhoons and Tycoons”, 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/cosmic-typhoons-and-tycoons/
Why rest? Dawn is here again Another new day For my persistent pen
Why Rest? From every moment A second emerges** Time has no opponent
Why rest? The Age of Aquarius Has been and gone And the edge of beyond Is no longer precarious
** Fromevery moment a second emerges** … Borrowed from Robert Okaji’s poem, “Flame” out of his Chapbook, “From Every Moment A Second” >> https://robertokaji.com/2017/11/21/flame/
On my morning walkies with Frankie, I like trying to photograph birds in flight, and since my book launch for “Until Eyes Hear Sound” is only 3 weeks away, I thought I would repost my poem “Birds in Flight” (Chapter 1, page 14)
“Are you Awake?” ” Of course! You just licked my face” “It’s time for my brekkie” “Oh Frankie, I’m warm and cozy here” “I know, I slept here beside you” “Temp’s only 3 Degrees, I’ll get up when it warms up” “Woof, woof!” “Ok, you win” (Hmmm, he always does)
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Resilience To visit their fabulous site click on >> Here
Below is, the original introduction from my post in August 2020. “Hello dear readers, I’ve been writing this poem over the last three days, and I was struggling to obtain any rhythm between thoughts and words, then I saw a wondrous photo on Derrick Knight’s blog/website this morning, (which is my ‘Featured Image’ above), and his picture of the glorious old oak tree, immediately channeled my thoughts, into that of strength and “resilience“, and from there, my Title was formed, and my words started to become a more cohesive piece of poetry…. Thank you, Derrick, for allowing me to use this beautiful and impressive photo, with my humble little poem.” >> https://derrickjknight.com/
Please Note; “Standing Upright” appears in our book “Perceptions”, a Collaboration of Poems and Photographs from Ivor Steven and Derrick Knight (Nov 2022)
Standing Upright
My heart’s bruised from bygone blood-stones Threaded together by the spirits of old bones And there resting within my aging body’s sway I am shedding soulful droplets on sunny days
The world’s foul winds had blown me off my feet After wobbling down cold and dusty streets Then a modern medicine man came with his young tribe Re-tuning my broken pieces with rhythmical vibes And they declared my heartstrings to be plucky enough To handle tomorrow’s mystery masks and travelers’ handcuffs
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