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Reflections 2018 w49

This week I write just to keep my routine going, if one had a shell I would be in it I think.

My mind won’t focus and my body aches, I am begginning to think the pain is mind made to keep me inside, it’s worked. At least I stayed away from the bed.

Sometimes you just have to ride out the body shots and just get through, it’s group tomorrow so that means I have to go out. It should get the ball rolling again, and it should be dry, it’ll be a long walk for Spot and myself if it is I think.

Even when I don’t want to do anything, I still don’t want to not do this. One just has very little to say this week.

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Panic…#Poetry#Poem#Prose

Panic

 

Panic when the pens not here,

Tis what all the writers fear.

When idea comes to mind,

Grab ones notebook look and find.

Has pen in holder,

Gone.

 

Reflections 2018 w48

Can writing be away to get rid of things that plague the mind? Even those we do not know are there.

Since writing poetry, as part go my self improvement, a note book and pen have always travelled with me, for those times one requires a distraction for my anxiety. I just need to find a place to sit and write – even if that is what I am currently thinking – literally anything will be written down. Sometimes it is like removing a blockage and a poem flows out.

Sometimes the shadows move to the fore and grab my attention, but with a sharp pointy object already in hand, they seem to be dealt with easier than when without.

But occasionally something comes from nowhere, gets written down and then disappears. With no indication that it was ever there – apart from the words written down.

Now many years ago I was told to keep a daily journal, to be honest it was never kept on. I was never told the purpose or point of it, and I still do not understand what use one is. But writing stories and poetry has me recording for a reason, a purpose. And taking notes has a point.

Taking notes did not come easily, for at the start, one was told what the theme for the next weeks poem would be. So ideas went into the book for that theme. Only becoming more diverse when the poetry bug had taken a hold and I was writing more than what was required by group.

Now if one has a journal like entry it is solely to get past a writing block. And will be kept for a future poem idea.

So when the bolt out of the blue comes, gets acknowledged, written down, there is a feeling of relief, that follows it; it does make me wonder –

how long has that been there?

 

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Reflections 2018 w47

Tomorrow One once again does the Market Drayton round trip to get my nephew, a trip that as of late, due to my niece being in hospital, has ended up becoming an auto pilot route. Twice last week I had to be corrected before heading that way instead of the actual destination.

For the most part my mind likes the idea of routine and of patterns, except for my room. Here the creative depressive has a hold, occasionally it is sorted, but quickly it reverts to chaos when multiple projects are in the making.

But elsewhere, familiarity rules.

With familiarity comes safety, avoidance and boredom. Procrastination is an easy pattern to form, and can become a problem in itself.

On my last holiday one tried a little experiment with my green tea, the flavoured ones that is. Instead of just having the de-boxed flavour per labelled bag I mixed the tea bags together. Even the choice was haphazard, which is how one lot with mango and pineapple ended up in the mix, one does not like mango. Luckily it was more a mheghhh reaction than yuck.

Risky, but having no real shops by the campsite, and no way of re-sorting the bags to flavours, one knew the pick and mix would have to last until the end.

It was a stimulus idea, so that one could not get bored and look for a fizzy sugar laden alternative.

It kind of worked, but it had to be expanded to get to its full potential.

Now having finished off the last green tea and jasmine stored in the pantry, I once again have emptied different flavours into a bag. This time upping the mix to four different flavours.

One I know I like, one I know is mheghhh, and two I have yet to try. “Why the mango one?” I hear you ask. For some reason having four flavours that one likes seems to be the opposite of stimulus, and more toward comfort. And where is the fun in that?

Hopefully a little random can go a long way.

 

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Yo-Yo life…#Poetry#Poem#Prose

Yo-Yo Life

 

I live life

Yo-Yo style.

 

Down I go,

maybe up.

 

Not return,

to the start.

 

Have not skill,

but have heart.

 

Try and try,

walk the dog.

 

Sideward spin,

bird nest string.

 

Cradle rock,

fail that too.

 

Keep on trying,

what else to do?

 

Gave up before,

but still I’m here.

 

Untangle nest.

Reset the string.

 

And

Down

I

Go.

 

A § M  16/11/2018

    

B-WELL Poster 2…#Poetry#Poem#Prose

Oneself – it starts with a simple seed 

However, not all journey well.

 

Some are shelved,

and gather dust. 

 

Locked away 

in cage of rust 

 

Shaped by others, 

not treated well. 

 

But tis a tree, 

no one can fell.

 

A group you find, 

where nurture taught.

 

A place to heal, 

a place for thought.

 

The tree grows strong, 

n’ fruit will flourish.

 

When shares oneself, 

each other nourish.

 

If self cared for, 

reserves are built.

 

To cope with life, 

when at full tilt.

 

Find simple things 

can set you free.

 

Within B-WELL – community .

The B-WELL Poster number 2

This was a commission of sorts, having liked my previous painting I did for the group, and my creation of the B-WELL people for my version of the Blobby Tree, I nearly always draw my own character because I do not relate that much to the trees pose/setting/action, so it was a natural step for my humour to take, they asked me to if I could do a painting of the ‘journey’ based on that – either as one painting or several.

By eck that was a long sentence.

One explained that that was not what the tree picture was supposed to represent, but I would have a think about it and what, if anything, I could do.

The first stage was to write down the journey, both taken and wished to take. Above all else it was to be positive, I can slant toward the negative, and even if part of the journey has been negative – the positive should be sought.

Armed with a bunch of statements on my pad, the shuffling commenced.

Left, Right, Left, Right, Keep in step, order followed.

Pattern formed, then came a poem.

Rough at first, but still it came. AhHa! My painting is just a background for the poem. Simple.

The poem gets worked on some more…Poem done. Along with some doodles.

Doodles that match the poem segment…Each segment started to have its own picture.

Oh no! What have I done? The poem has 13 segments.

One thinks at this point it should be mentioned there was only 5 weeks left before it was needed, and one of those weeks I was away. And the poem had taken a week and a half to do, well stop tweaking.

Only one thing for it…A calculator and a long canvas. This is what I ended up with…

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It took many a shuffle to get the pattern right, and then the script at the right size,  before the artwork was even sized around the script. All done on separate paper then transferred onto the canvas, ready for printing.

I ended up pleased with the result, and so was everyone else, some strange reactions were had, or was it strange people having reactions? One is not sure, never have I had an itchy nose as a reaction.

The final picture is here.  www.awanderthroughthemind.co.uk/b-well-poster-2

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