A space for me to write out those ideas swimming around in my head. From the murky depths of my mind, out fling the flying fish of experimental creativity!
Monday, 12 April 2010
Two Zucchini Flowers - A Word Challenge
I’ve had lovers before, you and many more
But I’m a girl at heart; I don’t want to be seduced
I just want to be enchanted, so enchant me
My heart opened like a zucchini flower
But then you dropped me like a zucchini flower
You hit me with a zucchini flower
When I refused to cook for you last night
The memories of the good times will hold me
Though your fraying love for me has thrown me
You use to sing to me of blue goodbyes, over open skies
You use to enchant me
It began on a Sunday, as affairs often do
We went to the markets,
you juggled three zucchini flowers, dropped one
And I fell in love with you
Later, you kissed me in the garden
And we lay down in the summer sun
The sweet scent of crushed vegetables
The sweet tremble of your hand, your heart
I didn’t know it wouldn’t last
I’m feeling green and blue about you
The push and pull of love is true
But I watch you playing games with me
The push and pull of heart strings
I tried to make it work, but there isn’t anything left
I’ve peeled away our skins, and the only feeling left is hurt
If you hadn’t been so rough, if I hadn’t been so sharp
I just wanted to be enchanted, I forgot that that’s
just not enough.
I realized just last night, the clue was there
It was there right from the start
When you juggled those three zucchini flowers
You were really juggling with my heart
Saturday, 10 April 2010
"Many Many" Challenge (A Creative Brief)
Anyone can live with many
Many ways to live with all,
but then there’s many, many
hungry, and many more are feeling cold
Many reasons stop us giving
Many more tell us to wait –
but when there’s many children crying –
there’s just one beating heart and hand at stake…
There are many, many ways to leave things too late.
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Fallen Lucy - A Song
Lucy, was looking into the clouds
Matthew, was looking at Lucy
Lucy was falling into the ground
(Into the ground)
Matthew was diving at the clouds
Lucy fell into the ground
Matthew dived into the clouds
Their worlds circled round each other
the sky, wouldn’t meet the ground
(meet the ground)
Lucy looked at Matt and smiled
held up her hands and caught the sun
and said, this is for you
Matthew looked at Lucy and cried
you gave me the sun
when I fell through the clouds
but I would have been happy
just to have your smile
(to have your smile)
Lucy fell into the ground
Matthew dived into the clouds
Their worlds circled round each other
the sky couldn’t meet the ground
(meet the ground)
Lucy’s smile lit up her face
through Lucy’s lashes Matthew
saw himself reflected
and, echoed Lucy’s smile
(Lucy’s smile…)
but the sun flew out
from Matthews mouth
it was too much for him to bear
and the ground opened up beneath them
and swallowed Lucy whole
(Lucy whole)
Lucy fell into the ground
and Matthew dived into the clouds
Matthew, dived into the clouds
(Into the clouds)
Their worlds circled round each other
the sky wouldn’t meet the ground
sky wouldn’t meet the ground
meet the ground
meet the ground
meet the ground
meet the ground
sky wouldn’t meet the ground
Eucalyptus
Eucalyptus; a majestic tree
Stark, powerful and magic
Weeping fronds, droop like keening women
towards the red earth
Claylike, the earth supports the tree
in its solidarity.
Friday, 12 March 2010
Haiku Attempt 2 - The Spring of Each Season
Creeping coldness eats at
Summers warm and tender rays of light
Speaks of autumn leaves
Orange burnished shadows
falling silently from trees
crackle on the ground
Twitter and shuffle
of small creatures on the leaves
create seasonal song
Heat fades with bitter rain
wind drifts, moves autumn along
the forest cries
Summer dies, autumn cries
Winter springs, into new life
flowers curl open.
Haiku Attempt - A Petite Cat (Gets even with the Goldfish)
A petite cat lifts
her soft paw - bats at goldfish
The fish shimmers, reflects
Water in the bowl
A strand of weed sways gently
To the filters tide
The pebbles spin, shoot
And spin from the goldfish mouth
The cat paws her prey
Visitations and light bulbs in the night
It’s official. I’m scared of ghosts. Can I be scared of something I don’t believe in? Well, after experiencing my lights turning on and off for no reason – even when the light switch is in the other room – and my fan suddenly turning itself on, depressions of air making sounds like footsteps in the hall and my friend in the spare room emitting high pitched giggles and mumbling at 2am … yes, I’m freaked out.
Of course the fan and the light wires might be crossed – which makes sense when I turn the light on and get the fan instead – but what about when the light turns on by itself, waking me up at 11pm and again at 3am last night. Freaky.
I’m up late at night now, exhausted and still sick, but a bit too squeamish to go to bed yet. I’d better go soon though – TV is fast turning in to a bunch of sex phone line ads, and some retarded exercise routine called “Zumba”. I’ve been watching it for so long that I’m almost considering it – even though the “previously fat people” all look like professional dancers and the guy who’s selling the dvd (for the low, low price of $145) looks like a real wanker. And their ear to ear smiles are almost as scary as my ghost.
I’ve been trying not to talk about it much, the ghost, except to laugh about it … because otherwise it’s just going to freak me out even more. But right now I just need someone to hug in bed with me and scare away the ghost for me.
I never should have watched Paranormal Activity. I thought it was a stupid movie and I didn’t find it scary at the time. It’s the ideas that the movie put in my head that started all this off; it doesn’t help that I live near a cemetery …
Right. I’m going to bed. And I’m not taking the Zumba dvd or any ghosts with me.