ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Owen Tilley came to poetry later in life.
His first 25 years were spent building a career in finance.
Creativity got the better of him when he received a present – a notebook
– from a friend. Inside, it read: ‘be inspired’. And he has
been ever since.
His poetry makes for a philosophical and thought-provoking
read. He is a regular contributor to ‘Poetry in Paradise’, a poetry group on the
Gold Coast, Queensland. He contributes to
continues to update and run his own blog,
He lives in Hope Island on the Gold Coast, where the sun’s
always over the ‘yardarm’.
Pamela and Brian,
who encouraged me to ‘strive’.
Thank you to Marilyn, Zoe, Clive and the team at Zeus
Publications for giving me the opportunity to create.
To my family, especially my parents, Pamela and Brian, for
telling me I ‘could’, and for putting up with being the mouthpiece through which
my poetry found a voice.
To Susan Beard, for encouraging me to ‘be inspired’.
And to everyone out there, near and far, who gets enjoyment
from the written word.
I have seen ‘prism’ defined as a transparent object with
refracting surfaces at an acute angle with each other, separating white light
into a spectrum of colours.
Not unlike people, in some ways.
‘Prism – an anthology’ was created over the space of almost
a year, when the poetic and creative took a hold of me.
The anthology is a collection of works based on emotions,
both heartfelt and personal, as well as the philosophical and occasionally
My intention was to create a book that was
thought-provoking and heart-warming, giving the reader the opportunity to
interpret the poetry (and the short stories) in their own way, for their own
benefit. It was also written with the thought that life, in all its forms,
can sometimes get the better of us.
Yet we are faced with the opportunity to either rise above
the challenges we face or allow them to take over and control us.
I know which I choose – a reason why I started putting pen
to paper and poetry to the page.
I hope you enjoy ‘Prism – an anthology’ as much as I
enjoyed creating it.
READ A SAMPLE:
He remembers the past,
Lives through the present
And wonders about the future.
Life’s been full of challenges
But he’s settled for what’s expected,
Whilst he hopes his future brings
In special things, reflected.
The wonders of a world unknown,
The emotion of a feeling grown,
The excitement of achievement sown.
Enlightenment to what was dark
His future may at times seem stark,
But with you in it he shines bright
Like glistening stars on moonlit
Partake the day
Mine is not to partake
Just for participation’s sake
Mine is not to compete
Merely for competition’s feat.
Yours is not to dare to dream
Asleep, sub-consciously create
Yours is not to forget
Your time will come – not now, not yet.
Ours is to stand the test that’s time
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick
While some by wayside fall away
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tock.
Not for one the same for all
Difference espoused, truth be told
Not for all what’s right for one
Age passes by, from young to old.
Enveloped in our own surroundings
Quiet, wistful, lonely, prescient
Exposed to what’s beyond our setting
For better or worse, not pretending.
Come gather where the few reside
Follow the few to where the many live
Be not one of scores who wants to gain
But one of few who’s keen to give.
Hark the wistful splendour of the garden
Hail the colour of the garden’s flowers
Be not tied to flowers or the garden
Be tied to daylight’s enduring hours.
Awaken when one sees the light
Vivid is the day
Twilight is when day falls to night
Never give one’s soul away.