Readers who follow my blog site would know that I attended an Ekphrastic Poetry Workshop during the week, and my poem here today is from a previous Ekphrastic workshop that I went to, in September 2018
Readers who follow my blog site would know that I attended an Ekphrastic Poetry Workshop during the week, and my poem here today is from a previous Ekphrastic workshop that I went to, in September 2018
Above is the Chapbook published by Geelong Writers, and the magnificent painting by Graeme Altmann, that inspired my poem ‘Waiting Time’
Waiting Time
I’m a time-traveler on a mission
Waiting for a personal vision
An image of my father’s ghost
To appear above the white-water coast
Millenniums ago, I delivered him to the ocean
Threw his ashes across the horizon
Away from faceless time-clocks
Away from hidden jagged rocks
Now I see him, proudly standing afloat
Wondering, who’s left to row the boat
Waiting for the breeze, without a sail
Seeking his passage through soundless hail
Beyond tumbling waves, a prism of light
Waiting stops, his alien spirit soars tonight
Ivor Steven (c) Sept…
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What great images in your poem, Ivor! Well done.
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Whoops a favourite poem of mine Dwight … with lots powerful imagery inspired by the fascinating painting … and my fantasy story about my dad was my immediate impression .. 😊🌏
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That is cool to imagine him on the waves!
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There’s a story behind my thoughts .. dad loved that part of our Victorian coastline, the Bass Straight which lays between Victoria and Tasmania .. my dad was born in Tasmania 🌏😊
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How very interesting. Thank you for sharing this.
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Such an uplifting tribute, Ivor!
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Thank you Ingrid ..The painting was awesome and inspired me to immediately create the the fanciful tribute story about my dad 😊🌏💕
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Beautiful
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Thank you Sadje .. the painting was awesome and inspired me to create my beautiful dreamy story about my dad 😊🌏💕
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You’re most welcome
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What a wonderful poem. It captures the feeling of the ocean out here. I hear the hollow sound of the waves at night and it takes me to places like those you write of. (In an aside, you’ve reminded me that I really must join Geelong Writers Group – thanks for the nudge).
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This is so good, Ivor. 🧡
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Thank you Ritish, I am so pleased you enjoyed this special poem of mine 💕🤗
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From what you’ve shared before, I know you had an awesome dad. I know you think about him often. What a beautiful poem that features him…filled with vivid images and sweet emotion. 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
PS…and you know I always love a Mr. Cohen song.
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Again Thank you Carolyn … and I am ecstatic and how my poem turned out … and the poem is now preserved forever, in the Geelong Writers Chapbook, and that makes my special tribute to dad an everlasting epitaph … 💙🌏🤗💕😍
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That is so lovely! 🙂 He lives on in your poems…and in you! 🙂
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A feeling that I have honoured my dad in best way I know how to 💕😊🌏💙
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love your poem and imagery Ivor!! 💖💖
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Thank you Cindy 💕😊🌏
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