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So many days
we are beyond bereft
at some ancient
god’s puzzled mumbles
beneath the night lamp,
his tremulous finger-fumbles
with jigsaw fragments
of our lives,
his fearful look of surprise
at the countless missing pieces
of his Master Plan,
unaware of the devil dog
chewing at his feet.
http://jmgoyder.com/2012/12/15/children/
http://nrhatch.wordpress.com/2012/12/14/an-unblossomed-bloom/
http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2012/12/15/no-humour-today/
It wasn’t smells or tastes or dear old Patchy,
or Teddy or Polly or clothes that were scratchy,
but bright orange blossoms beaming out from my walls,
retro symbols of happiness from ceiling to floor –
my first bedroom’s wallpaper sticks like glue
in my mind to this day (my sibling’s too –
at the time they thought he had chronic colic
but, it seems, brother’s wall-art was making him sick –
all those racing-cars whizzing about his head
(he confessed, years later) made him dizzy in bed).
So my first memory – wallpaper, and subtropical heat,
and the tickles of mum’s kisses under my feet.
In response to the Daily Post’s Weekend Prompt: Childhood Revisited – What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.
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the colours of my week
my laptop gave me
the black screen of death,
without it, no silver
to keep out of the red,
my face was white,
my language was blue,
the week took on a greyish hue,
but then three techies with hearts of gold
coloured me back from this online cold,
so things looks rosy, I’m back in the pink –
Geeks of the world, to you I drink!
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For more entries to this week’s writing challenge, visit the Daily Post.
Do your blog’s search engine terms reflect the soul of your blog?
This sprang to mind when I read this found poem by Christine Whitelaw, which she wrote in response to my Search Engine Poetry challenge.
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Christine lives in a beautiful corner of Australia with artist husband Stuart,
and her blog, dadirridreaming, is predominantly Christine’s exquisite photographic contemplation
of the natural beauty that surrounds their home –
birds, insects, flowers, ocean, kangaroos and wallabies, sky and much more.
She also posts wonderful travelogues (that make me green with envy) about their trips to places further afield,
such as Lord Howe Island, Singapore and Europe (getting greener by the minute!).
Here are a few of my favourite posts from Christine’s latest globetrotting adventure:
Christine also occasionally hosts yoga retreats (and I’m hoping to attend one in the coming year)
So, what do you think?
Is the soul of dadirridreaming reflected in Christine’s found poem?
Thanks for participating, Christine!
😀
Blogging friend, sublime poet, awesome mom and aspiring volcanologist Gabrielle Bryden has posted this found poem on her blog in response to my Search Engine Poetry challenge.
I met Gabrielle in my early days of blogging and LOVE her poetry, which ranges from the serious to the hilarious.
She also keeps us entertained with posts about her life in Queensland with her hero – Shirl, son – Michael, daughter – Tessa, and comical dogs – Jazz and Sheba, and with her photos of the weird and wonderful critters we find on this strange continent.
She has a wicked sense of humour (read her post tags) and a fighting spirit (I wouldn’t want to mess with her ;-)).
And in the 80s, she had Big Hair.
Gabrielle’s son, Michael, was diagnosed with Autism spectrum disorder at the age of 3 and she has used her experience to create an excellent resource on dealing with the challenges of Autism and Asperger’s.
Last week, Michael turned 12 and, despite the challenges he has faced, is doing very well. He takes great photos and is shaping up to be a talented horticulturalist.
Oh, and did I mention I love Gaberielle’s poetry?
Here are links to just a few of my favourites
Ransom Note Poetry – (Listen Up Gina)
Thanks, Gabe!
😀
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Wonderfully talented artist Bénédicte Delachanal has posted this marvellously creative and witty response to my Search Engine Poetry challenge on her blog CARNET DE DESSINS/Bénédicte’s blog.
Hop over and have a look – it will brighten your day.
Thanks, Bénédicte – I love it 😀
(and would love to see your artistic interpretation of “non living things never alive”!)
I met Bénédicte through blogging (thanks Gabe) and have since done business with her, buying a number of her artworks as gifts for friends. She is an absolute pleasure to deal with.
Below are links to some of my favourite posts on Bénédicte‘s blog:
Bloomington Theater and Art Center
Blogging is a never-ending treasure hunt!
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How often
is he there
in front of you?
Just another bloke
like you
except, perhaps,
a lack of personal hygiene
or its pathological opposite,
his way of regarding you
far too directly
without blinking
for the longest time.
When he asks for a cigarette
do you oblige
in spite of yourself?
Because in this stark room
you cannot reconcile
the rhetoric
on the face of it –
just another human being
in the silence,
no manifest difference
to teach the rookies,
no monster in plain sight
to slay with a bedside light,
just this banality
of evil
sitting in the corner
of your nightmares.
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orange worm in mandarin
bluebee militant
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people’s shadows
picture of non living things never alive
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what is hoohoooo
Richard Dawkins
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large hadron collider
subatomic beauty
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People look up some weird stuff, don’t they? (Just ask Tilly :))
So, a fun challenge for you this weekend – in the tradition of Book Spine Poetry, create a Search Engine Poem of your own (or an artwork, Benedicte and Renee), send me the link and we’ll have a vote on the weirdest and wackiest at the end of the weekend.
To see all the search engine terms that found your blog in the last 30 days, go to Stats > Search Engine Terms > Summaries > 30 Days
PS – how would one say “orange worm” in Mandarin? The Good Greatsby, can you perhaps enlighten us? 🙂
Early morning swimmers – Bronte Beach Baths, Sydney
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Our quotidian rituals
bring discipline,
structure
and joy
to our hours;
they are the anchors
of our existence.
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For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com
Tendrils
Think
of the marvellous
mechanism
by which
Nature
conquers walls,
one inch
at a time
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I’ll be gone for a while – Happy Blogging 😀
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For a moment,
they bob,
these dull black balloons,
tethered to the traffic lights
in stringtime contemplation,
hermetic thoughts
jostle and tangle,
in colourless mirror-image
inscrutability,
safe
to dream themselves red-hot
airships unleashed,
cerulean adventures
aloft a blue-moon day.
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Wonderfully talented photographer Madelaine Cappuccio has teamed my poem ‘Pedestrian’ with one of her beautiful balloon photos over at her blog, Images by Madelaine Cappuccio.
Thanks, Madelaine 😀
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Names of affection,
(Little Eddie, Sweet Baboo)
projection and deflection,
(Camille, Flame, Agapanthus)
colours and food,
(Pumpkin, Bean, Red, Blu)
some, unmentionably rude 😉
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Prompted by this post at Go Jules Go
Trapped inside a system of prejudice
Palestinian Freedom of Movement
A re-posted poem –
Death Cap
Iniquity, depravity
crimes against humanity.
Conflagration, radiation,
man made this abomination.
Enormity, deformity,
war’s enduring legacy.
Experimentation, humiliation –
Who needs victim’s approbation?
Cessation, condemnation?
War has no such aspiration.
Obliteration, extermination,
then,
our final destination.
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For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com
For me, dreaming is about possibilities, and none so wonderful as those brought by travel.
I became a xenophile at around the time I started school, and dreamt of going to live in exotic places, mostly Japan and rural China, and of flying off to wonderful cities, such as London, Tokyo, Amsterdam and Marrakech. Years on, and living in a different country, I’m grateful that I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to many parts of the world, and to have experienced incredible adventures and fascinating cultures as a result.
And the dreaming continues – I’ve yet to get to Japan or China 😀
To dream is to travel: to travel is to realize a dream
On these themes, a re-post of a poem I wrote a while ago –
Dreams of a Love Gourmand
He ate Suzi’s paella
and dreamed of Impanema,
of romance in Marbella
and Rio de Janeiro
–
He ate Fleur’s rindless blue,
his dreams were psychedelia,
he dreamt he was Theroux,
da Vinci and Ophelia
–
He drank Ping’s green absinthe
and dreamt he was a fairy
with eyes as green as minthe,
his wand, a blue canary
–
He ate Fang’s chou dofu,
her durian, then balut,
and napped as King Shi Chu
at war with King Canute
–
He ate Ann’s cherry duck,
nightmared of Gordon Ramsay,
who served confit of muck
with jus of some philandery
–
Then came Maeve’s Irish Stew,
no dreams his sleep disturbed
and as he woke he knew
his food of love’d been served
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And for the Aboriginal peoples of Australia, Dreaming has a very special meaning – it encompasses beliefs about the origins of the earth, the stars and all living things, and the connections that exist between them, and is brought alive in wonderful stories, art and music. You can read more about the Dreaming and the Dreamtime here.
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com
A poem for friends Gabrielle Bryden (sublime poet and lover of owls), who is currently fighting the dreaded winter lurgy,
and Bénédicte Delachanal (fabulous artist), who crafted these wonderfully funky owl paintings.
The Comfort of Owls
From tsunami dreams
We bolt upright
And heart and breath
Race to the death
To drown out silence
Of dead hours
And throw us wide-eyed
To the night.
Then, faint, through darkness
Comes strange calm
To tension-wired
Synapse and bone,
The ebb and flow
Of delta waves,
Like a mother’s kiss,
Floats softly down
In owl’s low call,
Primal and deep,
Submersing us
In tides of sleep.
xx
For more things owl, check out Owls on WordPress and YouTube.
Michaela Johanna Gräper at work
Sculpture-in-progress – Michaela Johanna Gräper
We spent the Easter long weekend in Thredbo, and because I couldn’t do my usual frenetic mountain walking due to my feet issues, on the Sunday, us girls left the boys to catch our dinner from the mountain streams and headed into Jindabyne for a bit of laidback arts rambling.
We stopped in at the Wild Brumby Distillery to watch the advertised sculptor-in-residence at work: Michaela Johanna Gräper. Meeting her was rather a lot like observing her create her deliciously voluptuous ladies from these huge wooden logs – at first, we found her extremely reserved and inscrutable like the raw material of her craft, but once she got talking were completely delighted by her utterly wicked sense of humour which is also revealed in her plumpilcious creations – with an impish grin, she confided that most of them are modelled on her on own naked form.
Michaela travels the world on her creative talents – what better life is there?
As for mine, well, they’re non-existent – I once went to a figure-drawing class and came home with this…
Figures? by bb
(PS – And if you’re wondering, Easter Sunday in Thredbo, we ate out for dinner ;-))
See the Daily Post for more entries to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Create
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The shadows draw long
through our limbs,
impoverished pulses from
indolent hearts carve us
tragic sinkholes for eyes; we are sallow
spectres in the night–
mirror, painting ourselves
in dishwater tincture
for dream-time, a sludge palette
of effete sorrow.
Until abstraction
manifests from the canvas
and chokes us by the throat,
we do not know gratitude.
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If you need some cheering up, head over to Gabrielle Bryden’s Fortnight of Funnies
for cartoons, comedic verse, lewd limericks and much more to come.
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The Surfers’ Code – Manly Beach, Sydney
(The poem below is a re-post)
Suburban Summer
electric light show
rumbling closer,
scented star jasmine
mingling fragrance of rain,
thrum of cicadas
blending languid laughter,
glasses at the hills hoist
toasting vintage summer
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See the Daily Post for more entries to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer
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