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I Found More Poetry Under The Lounge

 I find poetry in all kinds of places, often under the lounge and I found some more there recently.

Right now the end of winter is approaching here in the southern hemisphere (not that we had much of a winter where I live – what happened to those good old fashioned frosts we had as kids?) and with it the promise of hay fever, runny noses, itchy eyes and a cursing of all things frolicking. The first and last poems assembled here, Magnolias and Windy Days, are inspired by the wintery season.

Magnolias

As I drive past
The magnolia blooms
A thousand sunrises
Of pink to white and
A thousand sunsets
Of white to pink
Simultaneously

Standing By

I stand in the longest corridor
possible, pretending I’m Red 5
barrelling down the trench
avoiding laser blasts
to my office door

The Last Page

When you close a book
Do you think it will be
The final time?
Never to peer
Between the pages and
Read the tongues of men
Again

My Companion

I walked in darkness
But was never afraid
For I felt your hand
In mine, or around
my waist, looped over
my shoulder as my light

Generations

She watches
grandmother’s knitting
learns the art of rhythm
the pulse of long thin bones
curses the dropped stitch
like her grandmother

Windy Days

I imagine with each 
breath of wind
the trees ask
for our silence
a gentle ‘Shhhh’
simply to listen
to our own
heartbeat
Which poem resonates with you?

How Do You Make Something Creative and Cool?

How do you make something creative and cool?

I like seeing what people are doing with their creativity. Sites like This Is Colossal are a constant inspiration for what people can do. I love watching my mates Deane and Gary post their photos on Facebook, and through my twitter feed I see some very creative ideas.

I’ve seen cartoons drawn on Post It Notes, drawings scribbled on plastic lunch bags, bird cages suspended above a narrow laneway, umbrellas suspended in a similar way like a hundred invisible Mary Poppins.

And it’s brilliant. And so very cool.

So when I came across next earth is now on tumblr, I was intrigued. And even more surprised when I found out it was a writing friend, Daniel Ritter. I only made the connection when I saw it linked via his Facebook page. So I asked him about it.

In Daniel’s words, “(It’s) sort of an alternate reality experiment. Approaching it as if the photo/narrator is experiencing delusions that aliens or some other unknown agency has taken over the world, but he’s the only one that has noticed.

So far, this has been random, pants, discovery, stack-on-the-weirdness approach. Names have been named, rules have been established, so, it could be developed.”

They fill their zoos with us. Their zoos overcrowd with halfbreed children. They refuse to euthanize. They install …buttons under our feet. We do the dirty work, step by step. They’re absolved of murder.

They fill their zoos with us. Their zoos overcrowd with halfbreed children. They refuse to euthanize. They install …buttons under our feet. We do the dirty work, step by step. They’re absolved of murder.

You make something creative by experimenting, and Daniel has done this so well, playfully taking a foray into an idea and seeing where is goes.

And this is what makes creativity so very cool.

Follow next earth is now on tumblr
See what Daniel is up to on twitter @ReginaldGolding
And go have a sticky beak at his blog, Grounded Stories

 

Throw Out Thursday – Showing Your Work

For this week’s Throw Out Thursday, I’ve collected the random poetry I wrote with Year 8 last term. The focus was on haiku.

It’s a great way of introducing students to a poetic form and while there is a beautiful simplicity to haiku, there is also great depth and complexity in the form when explored.

But this is about throwing stuff out. And these are haiku I wrote on the board while my class was working. I believe it’s important for my students to see my writing, correcting, experimenting and exploring creatively.

Haiku with Year 8

Haiku with Year 8

Winter Haiku

Winter Haiku

Summer Haiku

Summer Haiku

 

Noodle Worms

Noodle Worms

Noodle Brain

Noodle Brain

Creativity is about experimenting, exploring, examining, and having a whole lot of fun.

These are brief experiments and part of the process of improving my writing craft. As Austin Kleon says, “Show your work.” You get to see a little of the word wrangling I do to.

Dare you to have a go at something creative.

Scraps of Paper Under the Lounge

Another set of #micropoetry gleaned from my twitter stream, collected here for your reading pleasure and deconstruction.

I like writing them because they are often quick, spur of the moment ideas, thrown down on my Ipad and sent out into the nebulous ether of the interwebz.

It’s a form of disposable creativity, like Hansel and Gretel leaving breadcrumbs behind for others to follow my example. Later this year I will be relaunching posts on creativity and why I think EVERYONE should be creative.

I hope something like this inspires you to do something creative.

Cameras For Eyes

The camera downloads
Our memories
Stored in another brain
So we can promptly
Forget
And cannot prove
We ever existed

Boredom

Bored, he watched sands
Trickle through the waist
Of the egg timer. Paused
Between starting anew
And waiting for it to finish

Making It Better

But a Band Aid makes
everything better, he cries
offering up the token.
I’m sorry, says his father
But Nanna has died

Musical Mayhem

In her hands
A wooden spoon
and metal mixing bowl
struck together
a ringing, pleasing tone
striking again
she discovers music

Burning Bridges

He flicked the switch
Burned the bridge
Op’ed a gaping chasm
Then offered tools
To build a better bridge
Than the one before

I Give You My Heart

I handed over my heart
To my beloved
In the most convenient package
A plastic bag
Grabbed from the pile
Behind the kitchen door

The Journey

The journey
Of a thousand miles
Begins not
With the first step
But in firstly
Packing a pair
Of clean undies

 

Do you have a favourite, or if you were to rewrite one, how would you do it?

 

Loose Scraps of Paper – Gathered Micropoetry

Another collated exhibition of #micropoetry I have posted to twitter and also posted here.

Plans are afoot for later in the year to publish a book of micropoetry. Anyone interested?

Footfalls and Shadows

My shadow hides
The path’s pitfalls
Hollows and
Stones to trip
Because I walk
Not into the sun
But away from it

Light A Match

our words fell
like leaves in autumn
and drifted into piles
the colour faded
the moisture evaporated
waiting for conflagration

Animal Playground

Some pigeons peck
At scraps in the playground
While others engage
In elaborate courtship rituals
Just like students 

Television Conversations
The television speaks

As a third participant talking
Over, under, through.
An unsolvable knot
Of miscommunication
Until the remote is found

Checkout Manga

In between customers
She draws manga
On the back of receipts
Slips them into groceries
And wonders if Godzilla
Eats breakfast cereal

A Windowed Existence

the existence of life
prelude to dying
narrows its vision
as death draws
the curtains
against the limited view
remaining through
the window

The Truest Hero

The truest hero
is seldom seen
in cape nor undies
on the outside
But in those
whose daily
actions make
the stranger
a welcome guest

 

Any particular poem take your fancy?

Writing Is Like A Roll Of Toilet Paper… A Little Cleaning Music, Please Maestro

…there’s a big, brown stain no one wants to clean up.

Remember the last time the toilet roll spun off and collected in a pile on the floor? Rolling it back on made it look like a cack-handed attempt to restore order in the universe.

Let’s leave this mess, shall we?

It has been a while since we have sat down to have a chat and catch up; we have seen so little of each other lately, for which I sincerely apologise. Let me fill you in on the changes happening.

While the monkey butler winds the gramophone and sets the record playing, take a seat in the comfy chair.

Would you like tea, coffee, Gravox? Please, help yourself. Milk and sugar to the left.

Let me begin…

I took a bit of time off from writing here on the blog about my writing and creativity, from writing Post It Note Poetry and micropoetry, even from my current works in progress, as it all appeared to be one glorious mess of paper strewn across my desk utilising a filing system dependent on an understanding of Base 6 and Kermit the Frog’s rendition of “The Rainbow Connection.”

I knew where everything was, and is, but the boundaries were beginning to blur and it meant losing focus on the bigger picture I have in mind for my writing. I had too many projects on the To Do list and I was losing focus, impetus and momentum.

In order to separate the strands of my writing I am having a cleaning out of the blog. Some things will disappear, others will stay the same. It means a clearer delineation of my writing projects, my writing life and your connection as a reader.

In the middle of May I decided to take a writing sabbatical until the beginning of June to enable myself to think through what it was I really wanted to do. It was the culmination of a sense of failure I felt earlier in the year, and something I raised with my online writing group. I had a sense of dissatisfaction and felt like I was wading through a pile of dirty washing with no map and coming out the other side with a pair of dirty underpants on my head.

I broke my writing sabbatical (I makes the rules; I gets to breaks the rules) with upwards of 500 words towards my verse novel. However, the small break gave me permission to not write, to take the pressure off. It helped clear the foggy windscreen, replace the toilet roll and consume an unhealthy amount of doughnuts.

What’s on the “Assault on the Literary World” agenda/game plan?

Firstly, changes to this blog:

A Fullness In Brevity – Blog posts on what is happening in my writing and other nonsensical wonderments will continue to appear here.

Post It Note Poetry and Micropoetry will be moving to tumblr where I will repost my old works and continue with new ones. The link is here (please note the name change to Post It Notes and Poetry – someone already had “Post It Note Poetry”).

I am fond of writing micro poetry on twitter but want to consolidate my poetic scribblings into one place. I intend to release an anthology of Post It Note Poetry and micropoetry once I have sufficient works of quality.
Expected Completion of Draft: ongoing but aiming for 2015 ebook release.

Creativity for the Uncreative – here on the blog I have been writing about creativity and sincerely believe everyone can be creative. I intend to relaunch my blog with this focus in July/August (potentially on a new site), revamping older articles and writing new ones with a definite plan in place for an ebook version when it is completed.
Expected Completion of Draft: ongoing but aiming for 2015 ebook release.

Secondly, what am I working on?

Post Marked: Piper’s Reach – my collaborative epistolary novel with Jodi Cleghorn is edited, finalised and ready for submission to the portals of bookdom once we have written a synopsis *insert curse words here*
This is a project I have a very strong belief in; it’s powerful, poetic, brutal, beautiful and it made me cry.

Novella – The Java Finch (working title)
I have approximately 7.5K words down but am fiddling with the structure and plot of the narrative. I fear it may blow out to a novel but I want to restrain it to 30-35K and write it as a literary novella.
Expected Completion of Draft: end of the year.

Verse Novel – The Broken Chord (working title)
This is a YA WIP inspired by Australian poet Steven Herrick’s verse novel, The Simple Gift and Peter Goldsworthy’s classic, Maestro. With both texts there is a remarkable simplicity of language yet stunning depth of ideas. My story will have a rawness to the poetry, to fit the voice of the protagonist. I am 3.5K words in to a projected target of 15-18K.
Expected Completion of Draft: end of the year.

Degenerate Dictionary – another collaboration, this time with author Jessica Bell. It is an opportunity to play with language, have a bit of fun and put it out as a book when we have enough words and definitions.
Expected Completion of Draft: ongoing.

Poetry and Short Stories – I have a note book of potential story and poem ideas; some are half written and baking in the sun. Others are skid marks at the bottom of the toilet bowl waiting to be flushed. I intend to balance out work on my novella and verse novel with shorter works intended for publication.

It’s a lot of balls floating in the bowl but I now feel clearer in my head regarding the direction I want my writing to go. There are a couple more projects on the horizon waiting for the correct time frame to present itself.

It’s diversifying to other places but simplifying it for you the reader to enable you to get the most out of this.

I will leave the past on the blog, a scrapbook of my beginnings, kind of like reading my teenage journals (which reminds me, I’d better burn those).

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to splash out and buy some luxury in the form of 3-ply toilet paper.

Toilet Seat – Micropoetry

Toilet Seat

Sometimes
I deliberately
Use the bathroom
After you
And absorb the warmth
Of the toilet seat
To believe you
Still care

Knowledge – Micropoetry

Knowledge

The gaining of knowledge
deteriorates with age
because we know
everything at 18
and realise
we know nothing
the older
we become

Training Wheels – Micropoetry

Training Wheels

I’m too old for these
she said
pointing to
the training wheels
He prays she will
never be too old
to trust
and hold
his hand

Mandala – Micropoetry

Mandala

She draws on the concrete
a chalk mandala
of wonky butterflies,
stick-figure people.
Tomorrow she will
draw another
cycle.