Trying to capture the things within
Writers shiver, Artists paint, sculptures try
But try in vain
Always nothing but a ghost or shade
Pale immitation
Like the mathimatical landscape
Reduced to notation
Symbols used to show the world
Those things in the void
Behind our eyes
It’s festival rain again! AGAIN!
Packing the tent is such a pain
When you are canvas bound
Listening to it sheeting down
Watching the little bubbles form
Before the riverlets of the storm
A constellation of crystal blooms
As we hide in this tents one room
But this structure must come down
Before the funky beats are found
The Music thumps and does pound
Dancers dance twirling round
Mud bath laughs at the main stage
No one here acts their age
How delicious and sublime
Is the ridiculous at festival time?
For age here counts not at all
Everyone will eventually act the fool
Skipping to natures beat
Dancers leaving behind wet seats
Beat out tempo with squelching feet
Eating churros salt and sweet
Listening to the sage and wise
Laughing loud untill you cry
Sighing as it’s time to go
Watching storm light begin to grow
Golden clouds make banners glow
And there the arc of the rain bow
Just a reminder to other poets that there is lots of helpful stuff over on the NaPoWriMo site.
I personally am gearing up by writing from images in an old fashion mag I’ve ended up with – some of the prompts want to be short stories though!
Having already done two poetry writing drives this year I am preparing myself for yet another poem a day challenge called National Poetry Writing Month – pretty much if there is a challenge I will take part in it 🙂
I am going for the spending 30 hrs on poetry this month rather than 30 poems a day.
As I’ve done this year with Month of Poetry and World Poetry Writing Month, I will aim to write 100 drafts or skeletons of poems this month and I have a lot of drafts unsurprisingly to edit and type up.
I would also like to do some work on The Little Book of Easter Poetry and get it moving forward.
And if there is anytime left then I would like to work on my collection The Political Converse but that is a lot to fit in 🙂
It starts tomorrow and I am also doing work on my comic book stuff this month so we shall see 🙂
And last but not least my Muse Monsters are appearing as a work shop at The Cheltenham Poetry Festival 🙂
First off I am running a kids workshop at The Cheltenham Poetry Festival, it costs £5 and there will be stickers and monsters 🙂
I’ve been stupidly busy lately:
Today I am getting ready to run a workshop on puppetry, for this I am mainly using my Cuddly Science Crew plus a dragon and rabbit that were bought and not made and designed by my mum and me. I am hoping the Ada puppet is going to get lots of outings this year as it’s Ada’s 200th birthday so she needs to have outings really.
Ada has already had a couple of outings this year – including Science Show Off which was videoed – this was my grown up only show so the vid is not suitable for children!
My performance is still not top notch but when I think of my first Science Show Off verses this one there is just such a huge difference!
In part that is due to the lovely Joy-Amy Wigman and her Cuffing It course that I did in the autumn. Realising that I am still so damn shy and that my stage craft really needs to be better if I am going to be taking Cuddly Science out more, I went for the thing that scares me most – Improve Comedy.
The course was a huge confidence booster and has just given me a few little extras to fill gaps with extra when I forget words or can’t read my script (yes I should have had it memorised but I didn’t!).
Regardless of my performance everyone seems to love the puppets – they really really do and the responses on twitter when ever she appears is amazing 🙂
Me and mum are planning on starting on the next five puppets over the summer even though I failed to get the funding I hoped would pay for their construction.
But enough about puppets!
Golden girl fallen from grace
How can this be?
Dreams all laid to bed
All those thoughts you had
Lost beneith the dross of days
Spent surviving
Golden girl fallen from grace
Everything was laid out for you
You could have had it easy
But you chose to live instead
Now your dreams are ashes
And ideas all seem the same
As time licks by indecently
Golden girl fallen from grace
Wieghed down with life
Responsibilities kill the genius
Fears killing the mind
Insinerating the inspirations
Those brilliant flashes silenced
Intelligence hidden
Golden girl fallen from grace
What was your crime?
Not believing in yourself
Understanding grief and yet coping
Listening to a heart that bleeds
A thousand things you could have been
Ultimately you could not choose
And so ultimately you loose
Locked in the centre
Vibrating through the mind
Through the soul
Eons pass
Night folds to twilight
Pain dims in the story of birth
Rhythem nature, nature rhythem
The cycle begins
The cycle ends within itself
Pitch building
Fear of the unknown
Growing, dimishing
Towards the end
Towards the beginning
Black, white, red, black, blue, yellow, bold
Glowing as of light
From within
Pictures of the mind
Pictures of the soul
Pictures of worlds
Growing small, growing large
Inside and out
The poem a day challenge that I run February called WoPoWriMo has been amazing!
I’ve also just heard that several of the poems people wrote during last years challenge have been published – this is amazing and kudos goes to the writers but at the same time they’ve said they couldn’t have done it without the writing prompts (I don’t believe them but I think it may have taken them a longer while to get around to writing the poems down!).
Anyway the challenge maybe over but there are lots and lots of poems for us all to be typing up and editing and of course I have all the tutorials to write up 🙂
I hope all the other poets will join me for another poem a day challenge in April called NaPoWriMo!
Wage Slave
Trapped in mental annialation
Within this hell
Achiving nothing on the scale
Working endlesses to strike a balance
That others unthinkingly tip
A painful realisation
Within this role
Everything relies on you
But only in civility
And your potential is eroded
House Slave
Trapped in this plight
Within this domestic domain
When something should have grown
From all that you had learned
Those inspirations you saw
In sureal survivial
Within this idiocy
Things need to be done
Life goes ticking on
And who you are
Is buried beneath it all
I have created a board on Pinterest with images and pictures that I think would be good jumping off points for poems – it is here.