I've been enjoying my longer poetry writing exercises, but lately struggling a little with other priorities.
Still, I managed to squeeze this one in. Enjoy!
Linking to Rise and Write
30 August 2015
Why not leave a three word impression (poem) or a smiley if you enjoyed your visit? :-D28 August 2015
BeautyScope 253: Boat building
This was handmade by my amazing Dad!
model boat
telling shadow tales
of romance
and wild adventures
25 August 2015
Ink blots and OCD
I've been playing with ink lately, and had a few nice results.
The theme was crescent shapes(boats, nests) and waves(hillsides, trees).
I love playing with the ink in an organic way, and allowing it space to say something.
Obviously I'm still working out the best paper. Some worked better than others, and some buckled more than others. Looks like the Bockingford is the best.
I hope you like what these had to say. They make me feel restful inside.
Always something to notice and value with my restless spirit.
I will be doing more! I feel I've found another voice to express with.
Bushy's response to that was "Yes, because you needed another one! "
Poor long suffering guy!
In my last post I alluded to some health issues in the family.
Mr Actor has been extremely sick with a streptoccal infection which attacked his kidneys causing all sorts of reactions in his body, and blowing up his OCD. So now we are reintroducing him to school. In order to do that I am sitting in the car park for the three hours he is managing at the moment. And he can come to me if he needs support.
In order to make this pleasant for me I'm bringing our campervan Brumhilda...yes all fixed again after the engine blowup in this post...so I can have a table to write and eat at and loungeroom to knit in. Very pleasant.
Mr Actor joins me for morning tea :-) Yesterday was his second day, and he did really well after a rocky day the day before.
I put this out there to help normalise and reduce the stigma on mental illness. It's just another illness, and not our fault or something contagious. But it is interrupting our lives for a while. I say that if he can learn these lessons at 10 he will be way ahead of the pack. Learning to challenge your own thought processes and reintroducing more healthy ones is one of the hardest things he will ever do.
Poor kid. And I am absolutely privileged to support him through it!
Some selfies and glamour camping pics in Brumhilda.
Til next time, keep on creating!
Much love,
Jazzy Jack
22 August 2015
Space Opera
It's been a difficult year with many serious illnesses in the family. So to dig out from under for a minute, Mr Actor and I put together this nonsense.
Hope you enjoy it!
Ffrzt krzzt crack! A portal opens in front of them.
A spacepod hovers delivering an amorphous floating blob.
And a Delactian..you could tell from the triangles painted on, which they worship.
Suddenly they were entering the house
Moving in awkward ways
Shining their eyes on everything
Slightly scary
The blob which we called Morphy seemed so excited it turned on both its eyes
Hard to tell excitement in a Delactian
Interestingly, this is how a Delactian sees the world
And this is how we would seem to Morphy
We were shaking slightly as we enquired what they wanted.
The Delactian said "Hello, my name is Dio and this is Moty.
We are your new neighbours, and we wondered if we could borrow a cup of sugar."
Err, sure!
They said their thanks, took one quick look around,
vowed they would be back soon, and took off...literally!
Who knew aliens liked sugar!
Now you know how to sweet talk any who come by.
Til next time, keep on creating!
Much love,
Jazzy Jack
Editor- Mr Actor
Asst editor - Jazzy Jack
Photographer - Mr Actor
Asst photographer - Jazzy Jack
Morphy/Moty - Mr Actor
Dio the Delactian - Jazzy Jack
Rise and Write - Heat (prose and poetry)
I've missed the relevant linkup for this, but I was inspired by Natalia's poem.
I've done a little exercise for those interested. Here I've turned a prose passage into a poem. Although normally I would just write the poem.
In fact I wrote the prose as an exercise to stretch myself and was so annoyed at all the extra words the poem itched to be written!
Which do you prefer?
Vacantly she stared at the shimmering horizon. " Heat for dinner again" she sighed, as her child turned inside her, shifting to a more comfortable position, as if he too was tired. "Pregnancy and Summer do not walk easily together. They seem to inflame and bring out the worst in each other." she thought.Slowly she turned back inside, screen door screeching and slapping as she enteredthe stuffy room beyond. "Oh my, what a drag this all is." "No, that won't do!"
Switching on the ceiling fan, and pulling some iced water from the fridge, she inhaled coolness. Taking a long gulp the water barely hitting the sides on the way down, she would have sworn her blood temperature dropped 5 degrees. "Ahhh, that's much better"! Her vision cleared, and she noticed the sparkles the sun made shining through the glass of water. The stirring air tinkled a wind chime as if ringing a lullaby to her unborn. And she smiled.
vacantly she stared
at the shimmering horizon
heat for dinner again
and she sighed
as her child turned within
as if searching
for more comfort
maybe he too was tired
pregnancy and summer
don't walk easily together
they seem to inflame
bring out the worst
she thought
as she turned through
the screeching screen door
into the stuffy room
switching on the ceiling fan
pouring a glass of iced water
she inhaled coolness
taking a long gulp
water barely hitting the sides
she swore her temp
dropped 5 degrees
ahhhh!
her vision cleared
she noticed sun sparkles
in the glass she held
the stirring air
tinkled a wind chime
ringing a lullaby
to her unborn child
and she smiled
Linking with Rise and Write
21 August 2015
BeautyScope 252: Mid hop
Another kangaroo shot from our Botanic Gardens.
Bored yet? :-)
hippety hop
the kangaroo is poised
mid hop
forever suspended
like a cat
disturbed in its ablutions
20 August 2015
BeautyScope 251: Parasol at night
I am a pattern chaser, a pattern fiend!
You?
architectural shadows
marching light
oriental dreaming
Linking with Thursday Theme- I like
18 August 2015
BeautyScope 250: Aspie friendships
A big thankyou to all my online friends with whom I can be my noisy, quiet, happy, troubled, quirky, thoughtful, creative self. I can spend as much or as little energy as I have and you still come back.
That is real friendship to me.
THANKYOU!!
people have always puzzled
friendships are just odd
I would hover, smiling
assessing how others act
quickly grasp the points required
then shyly holding back
since adulthood I've managed
to speak up, raise my voice
but friendships are a lot of work
and require energy I lack
so online friendships blossom
for which I say my thanks
Linking with Rise and Write
17 August 2015
BeautyScope 249: Silvered dandelion
I love the natural hair movement that is happening.
Although I do love coloured hair too, but out of a spirit of fun not fear.
I'm allowing my greys/silvers to show.
What about you?
glowing seed heads
catching the light
like white haired ladies
shining bright
16 August 2015
BeautyScope 248: Thunderstorm comfort
bang boom crash
flish tzzz flash
drip
drop
drop-p-p-p
ting ting
trrrrr
brrrrrr
whoosh
hairs raised on end
sparkles in eyes
quick quickly
grab my book
race to my bed
snuggle under covers
while the storm rages
and r-e-a-d
the ultimate in cosy
How do you feel about thunderstorms?
Linking with Rise and Write.
14 August 2015
Poems, shorts and faces
Hello my lovelies!
Here are some of the creations I've done this week.
Firstly a couple of poems to participate in Natalia's Rise and Write linkup.
Write about your first experience of swimming. How old were you? Was it in a swimming pool with an instructor, or someone kicked you and you fell into a lake? Were you with your friends, your parents or by yourself? Did you learn how to swim eventually? Do you love it, hate it, or are you indifferent to it?
Write about a door knob. Any door knob – maybe it’s in your room, maybe in a fancy concert hall, or in an antique shop. Is it made of glass, metal, ceramic? What color is it? Is it attached to a door that you are afraid to open, curious to open, eager to open, or are you indifferent? If you never paid any attention to door knobs, write about how stupid it is to even think of door knobs. If nothing comes to mind, invent!
Just a common doorknob
Round and smooth
Designed to fit the hand
During sweaty hot days
Sometimes slippery
So she couldn't quite grip it
Her impetus thwarted
She would come to an abrupt
Halt
It had been shiny brass
But time and hands
Had worn away the finish
So now it had a depth
A story
If anyone cared to notice
Most rushed past
Taking for granted
Its selfless service
But she knew
She could see
Constantly opening
And closing
This common doorknob
This normal daily item
Was her ticket
To a place
Of enchantment
- Jazzy Jack
Recently Beate posted some shorts she had made, and I admired them.
She very kindly sent me a photo of the pattern she drew, and these are the result! Like the eggplant addition? Made a slight error with the hem. No such thing as a mistake...just a design adaptation.
I will model them in the Summer!!!
Some faces I've discovered this week.
Me in my creative element.
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| Ceiling and walls - me, paintings - me, knitted skirt and poncho - me |
Til next time, keep on creating!
Love,
Jazzy Jack
12 August 2015
BeautyScope 247: Moths around light
I love watching moths, they are hypnotic. Like fast fish tanks!
moths blur
around the glow
of the lamp
warm outlines
melted
11 August 2015
Rise and Write linkup : Favourite blanket and Furniture
a favourite blankie
is a boon to the soul
it wraps you up
like a mother's love
and warms you
as a Summer's day
it surrounds you
in cosy
fluffiness tickling
its memory
a sweet caress
a moment
of pure longing
oh chenille bedspread
your rumpled softness
trumped
the scratchy glamour
of your successor
and I remember
hiding you
in my wardrobe
to fling over my bed
and bring to my face
to snuggle into
all night
I miss you so!
a humble dining table
sat in an op shop
wearily bearing the weight
of non matching chairs
day in day out
it crouched in the corner
while people ignored it
as they admired the chairs
dragging them across its surface
adding scratch upon scratch
to its fine woodwork
so ignored
it became devalued
and a price tag of $20 was applied
Hey, called the table
I'm worth more than that!
but no one noticed
or replied
then one day I arrived
idly glancing at the tables
in the market for something
to replace our rickety one
whose legs were falling off
anything would do
suddenly I stood to attention
Could it be?
clearing off the chairs
I noticed the matched grain
the well seasoned timber
beautiful fine legs
quickly
heart beating fast
I called my husband
I'm going to grab this
before anyone else does
Can you bring the truck?
so speedily paying
before someone noticed
a triumphant homecoming
a clean and polish
and now our lovely table
shines out its birthright
beaming happily
What a steal!
Linking with Rise and Write
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