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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.

 

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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

www.awanderthroughthemind.co.uk/the-art

Reflections 2018 w46

Well this one does not normally do. Reflections on a Friday night?? Unheard of.

However, today I did not have to push my neighbour or the trolley around the supermarket, and once more did my normal routine of sitting by the tills waiting until they finished shopping, note book in hand.

But it has been a while since I last wrote anything not project related, so I blanked.

One has used the technique of just writing anything before, with some degree of success, but after a page that started with…

‘I haven’t wrote a poem for an age – this is being wrote just to get me into the idea of writing in the supermarket again.’

Out flowed a poem/prose that even after typing it onto the computer, is complete, finished. Scheduled release is Thursday.

Normally one has to tweak before publishing, but not this one.

So, if you ever have writers block – try writing everything that comes into your head until it has enough of being mocked and starts working on the task you want.

You never know…

The results may surprise you.

 

www.awanderthroughthemind.co.uk/reflections-2018

I Don’t Want To Go Outside …#Poetry#Prose#Poem

I Don’t Want, To Go Outside

 

I don’t want to go,

exposed outside.

But behind this door,

remain and hide.

What is it, out there,

I fear, to face?

Nought but the monster

in my own head space.

The door is where

the line is drawn.

Even though my mind’s,

where the monster’s born.

The fears in the fog,

where the shadows will hide.

Upon gusts of the wind,

will the monster ride.

The rain its tears,

as it passes overhead.

In the suns long shadows,

it will hide instead.

The ice its skin,

as it slithers under foot.

Its cold, cold hand,

on exposed skin put.

Hear the dogs a barking,

to scare it away.

Movement in the trees

and the branches will sway.

The birds are disturbed,

take flight with a shrill.

as the frost of its breath,

in my lungs will chill.

No there’s nothing out there,

but what’s in my mind.

And my mind’s made up;

We’re not going out.

 

A § M 

18/05/18

Once Upon a Time…#Poetry#Prose#Poem

Once Upon a Time

 

There once was a time that you did tear,

When ride me you told was your last year.

On a pier I’m quite quaint,

But I’m loosing my paint,

n you’ve still not returned me my left ear.

 

A § M 

19/05/2018