It began with bricks, I guess,
built from the abuse above.
The big-smile baby knew no more,
no less. But she had no floor
or roof or wall, her
her ego nil.
Her cement did set quite early.
It took years to even see that.
Dreams of locks not working
haunt the trusting times.
The little girl got trapped
with owning, booing crap.
To escape takes more than hair.
Say ‘boo’ to the witch that’s there.
This poem is number 24 in a month’s worth of poems for NaPoWriMo.
Inspired by today’s theme of masonry, mine is a Jung-inspired take on Rapunzel.
My thoughts are grey and hurried.
My heels click a pavement rhythm
that’s awfully fast and fed-up.
My true self easily gets buried
in the soil of daily hum.
I often forget to look up.
But why always so worried?
When I lift my eyes from my glum,
I see yellow and smiles erupt
with petals and hearts a flurry.
They’re the sun I yearn to become:
my game plan now feels upped.
While at rest
arms behind head,
this ultra-loved toy bunny
is a hilarious throughbred.
By night he’s a cuddly must.
By day he seems a player.
His cool little laidback stance
leaves some grown-ups nonplussed.
But the little girl who cuddles him,
hugs with joy and trust,
whether he’s catching some welcome rays
or being there with love.
Tune into that intrusive music in your head to hear what it’s got to say. (pic:istockphoto.com/SilverV)
Oh, it’s SO annoying. Your head can’t switch off the replays of the most popular song on the radio you heard before dropping the kids off at school, driving to work, or running an errand. The catchy tune and chorus stick in your head ALL DAY. You think you hate the song, but the melody bounces around in your brain and chatters into your ears like your new best mate.
But apparently the tune that bangs on your eardrums all day – the so-called ‘earworm’ – is a song you actually know and like, according to psychologists from Western Washington University. Intrusive songs are most likely to turn up their volume when we’re relaxed and doing downtime activities like walking (or maybe the washing up) as well as when we’ve got a lot to do (like homework) and our minds are prone to wander. Annoying songs can creep in then, but are less likely to invade our ears when we’re focused on tough mental jobs and our minds are fully engaged. (If you’d really like to zap an annoying song from your inner playlist, here’s an article on how to get a song out of your head).
But how about a deeper viewpoint? What if the song that’s stuck is trying to communicate something else? What if the only way for your soul to get a message through to you on a particular day is by annoying you with seemingly inane lyrics and by banging your auditory door down with a song that has a deeper meaning for you? Listen in closely to hear what that repetitive chorus might be whispering to you.
When I need inspiration or insight, I trust that the lyrics from a song – popular or otherwise – will spring into my head. It’s a form of clairaudience, where intuition can guide me in a way that’s most meaningful for me that day. The message may not always be profound, but then symbols (visual or auditory) are often clever and subtle and need you to pay attention, interpret and trust them.
So, next time you can’t get words or music out of your head, remember to take note. It could be your inner voice trying to tell you something. Don’t drown it out.
I kind of hate to say this, but I think my best writing comes from another place totally beyond my control, my life, my consciousness. I’m talking about the kind of writing I read back the next day and think ‘where the **** did that come from?!’ (in a good way, I mean).
My flashes of inspiration come from a dark cave of pedestrian writing. (pic: istockphoto.com/rozbyshaka)
I know I have flashes of brilliance in my creative writing: times when I’m in awe of the written word to convey a feeling, a moment, a heartbeat. But those flashes are little chinks of light in what can sometimes feel like a dark cave of inane drivel and self-obsessed tosh.
Getting out of the way
I’ve realised that my best writing comes when I Continue reading
My eight-year-old daughter begs me for a story every night. It’s a treat for her to be read to – especially if I agree to read the books of her babyhood, but perhaps changing the voice, the tense, the direction and even the names of the character to spice it up a bit.
I’ve been reading to her – not always out loud, sometimes in my head – since she was first conceived. It never entered my mind that a child of mine wouldn’t want to hear stories read to her, and for her imagination to be fired.
I hadn’t planned any particular learning outcome from sharing my passion for stories with my little girl, but as it turns out she always gets Continue reading
Let your writing bear fruit.
I was struck today by two great sayings that I always use to remind myself that I need to stay focused on my goal: namely, to finish writing my novel and get it published.
The first saying is: “Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment”; the second: “nature abhors a vacuum”.
The two came together today when my husband and I started tackling our back garden, which had taken on a jungly life of its own after the rain and sunshine of the last couple of months. Continue reading