Hour 21 (2022)

How does one deal with storm clouds on the ceiling when an open umbrella will just bring more bad luck?

Hour 23 (2022)- Brave New World

Every year we have this one day Twenty-four hours where we come to play We write, we stress, we get little sleep As we compose all our poems Some silly, some deep. We have camaraderie with our fellow mates We keep each other busy, and…

Poem 20: Under the Palm Tree

Lie down right here on my rainbow towel Look above at the palm Swaying in a lazy breeze Your face is striped in a summery green The shadows dance As fronds wave hello Let us stay here under filtered light admiring the beauty of a…

Hour 19: Sweet Home Chicago

I miss the soft summer breezes And digging cracked toes Into the silken sands of Rainbow Beach   I miss playing tennis on free courts And knowing every exhibit In the Museum of Science and Industry   I miss the midnight movies And riding the…

Poem 19: City colours

Although each city has its own hue The movies take no notice In rainy Seattle, the world is blue In Beijing, the cream of white lotus. In grimy East London, all is grey Mexico City appears always afire, In wretched ‘Africa’, dare not stay For…

Poem 18: Zula, my beauty

Little warm bodies rolling and wriggling A bundle of black fur with small wet noses The littlest one leaps out the pack with a proud wobble and looks at me In those sherry eyes and defiant stance I have found my match, my furry little…

Blue light

it’s a loner’s journey over the sky, on the earth He’s searching for the divine silence also good meditation those who love nature You discover yourself He has no desires he has no fantasies