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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?

 

Please, Make Yourself At Home

Throw Out Thursday – The Breaking News

Over the next few weeks my work life is going to dominate all my spare time. One of the vagaries of being a teacher is knowing there are intense times in the course of a term when there is a lot to do be done to the exclusion of pretty much everything else.

This means I won’t be around here so much posting; I’ll still be thinking , making notes and taking down ideas, but probably no full posts for a little while. I have scheduled a couple of posts that I had ready so you won’t be too short on reading material when you have to visit the bathroom.

While I am gone, I’ve stocked the fridge, made sure the cupboards are not Mother Hubbard and there is enough rolls of toilet paper in the bathroom.

Make yourself at home here, take time to browse through the library of posts, leave a comment, spread the good word, even find some of my early fiction writing from when I first started out back in 2009/2010.

Please don’t short-sheet my bed while I’m gone. Bin night is Thursday night and when replacing the toilet paper, it hangs over, not under.

In the immortal words of the wise body-building philosopher, Arnold Schwarzenegger, “I’ll be back.”

More Loose Scraps of Paper – Further Collected Micropoetry

Looking back through my posts I have collated more of the #micropoetry posted on twitter and posted here.

Stay tuned in the future for a book of micropoetry.

Outside

when did Outside
become an
undiscovered country?
whose unfenced boundaries
spark greater imagination
than the couch’s confines

Mandala

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

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

Knowledge

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

Toilet Seat

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

It Is Written

It is said,
“It is written”
The oral tradition
Of received wisdom
In a fortune cookie
Platitude while we
Forget to read
The written truth

Any favourites?

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?

Kintsukuroi – Micropoetry

In my brokenness
I am made beautiful
You collected
the broken pieces
Sealed fleshly wounds
With golden scars
I wear as triumph

 

This poem was inspired by the Japanese art form of kintsukuroi

Kintsukuroi

 

I see creativity as an act of creation and as an act of repair. Sometimes it is in the act of creating that a person finds wholeness by putting their emotional and mental trauma and experiences into a work of art. It may be a difficult and draining but it can also be a catharsis, a release, a giving away of the issues and experiences held onto like removing a splinter from under the skin.

Sometimes we need to understand we are broken so we can be repaired and made beautiful again. Creativity is the medium through which it can happen.

What can you make beautiful again?

Random Creativity (And Why It’s Important)

On Friday my Year 8 class were set the task of writing haiku.

The English approximation of a beautiful Japanese art form is known to most, if not all, primary school children. They learn it is a poem of 17 syllables broken into 3 lines (5, 7, 5) and it is about nature (or something…).

It is taught because it is easy and accessible for students. It gives definite boundaries and restrictions, confinements for words and their interplay of meaning.

But writing great haiku is difficult.

I told my students I wanted them to experiment and play with language. I encouraged them to enjoy the process, to have fun with language. And so I had a go at writing a couple myself.

Summer Haiku

Summer Haiku

A dance of barefoot (awkward) steps
Crossing the neighbour’s front lawn
Picking bindis out

Watermelon seeds
Spat for distance from the steps
You always beat me

Winter Haiku

Winter Haiku

Watching our breath
Condense in the morning air
Pretending we smoke

Are they any good? Probably not.

Why is random creativity important?

It can be done quickly and in spare moments, disposable as an empty soft drink container or laboured over and agonised and deliberated for each and every syllable.

This is why creativity is important. 

 

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.

Checkout Manga – Micropoetry

Checkout Manga

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

Author’s Note: I don’t comment on why I write, the reasons behind a poem or its meaning. But today is different.

I was going through the checkout at Woolworth’s tonight, buying milk. The girl at the checkout, while waiting for customers, was writing on the back of a discarded receipt.

There was Japanese writing and a little manga-style cartoon. I said, “Cool drawing” and she was a little embarrassed.

Quick transaction and I was on my way. It was the little drawing I found intriguing; an insight into another person’s life. It inspired the first half of the poem and I turned the second half into a little whimsy.

The power of story from someone’s life. Look for the moments.

The Truest Hero – Micropoetry

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

It Is Written – Micropoetry

It Is Written

It is said,
“It is written”
The oral tradition
Of received wisdom
In a fortune cookie
Platitude while we
Forget to read
The written truth