A poem for my Dad today.. (d. July 3rd 2015)
G’day dear readers, today’s poem appears in the Chapbook “Sailing In The Wind”. The book is the result of an Ekphrastic Writing Workshop at Boom Gallery here in Geelong, September 2018.
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
Amazing lines, Ivor. The last stanza is stunning. 💙
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Thank you Eugenia, the chapbook from the event is a stunning. 😊💙🌏
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