Wildflowers grow in a vacant lot
where sheep graze, old ladies hunch,
collect chamomile to dry. Flowers
touch above knees on this hot day
when there is no wind. A distant horn
of an inward ferry cuts across the town
of this small island; it shifts me, as do
strings plucked slow on a bouzouki.
Ion Corcos was
born in Sydney, Australia. The themes of his poetry center on life, nature, and
spirit. His poems have appeared in many journals. Ion also
writes short stories and non-fiction. He enjoys reading, cooking and traveling,
currently traveling indefinitely with his partner, Lisa, most of the time in
Greece.
I felt like I was there!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack. I appreciate your kind words. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat read Ion, thanks for sharing this with us, very visual!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, Peggy!
ReplyDeleteDear Ion,
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you contributed to our journal. I agree with Jack and Peggy: personally, I could smell your poem and I mean that in a positive way.
I really hope to see and read some more of your work here.
Best wishes,
Inge
Thank you, Inge. I'm glad that you could smell the poem (in a positive way)!
ReplyDeleteHi Ion. I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ
(www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Thank you, Maurice! :)
ReplyDeleteI love all the great imagery in this poem.... the knee deep flowers, the old ladies picking tea... and the ferry horn piercing the calm day. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your thoughtful comments, Dwight!
ReplyDeleteVarious nice thoughts recorded in this poem, Ion.
ReplyDeleteI like the fact you put music to it.
Knight Writer
Thank you, Yancy!
DeleteYou are very welcome Ion
DeleteKnight Writer
Wow Ion!
ReplyDeleteYou are certainly making a splash with your first poem. Congratulations! Welcome to Whispers too. Wishing you ongoing success with your writing.
Blessings,
Karen
Thank you for your kind words and your welcome, Karen. I appreciate it. :)
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