Copyright 2013, Kay/wavesand pebbles
Memory of Love – Jewel in our hearts
Unblocking creativity and releasing inspiration – 10 minute writing challenge (2 of 2)
Copyright 2013 Miguel Virkkuhen Carvalho, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio
This 10 minute writing exercise was written four days after the last one posted yesterday, back in January of this year when I was in hospital. It was a very emotional time yet at the same time my emotions were somewhat on hold, still struggling somewhere with my new situation in life, having just been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukaemia – a fast-acting life threatening form of cancer. Fortunately the final report revealed that I had the type APL (Acute Promyelocytic Leukaemia) which has the best prognosis.
‘Let anything come to light. Light, sun, shade, depths. My favourite colours. Pink and turquoise. Where are they now? The luminescence of my favourite pink is in my hand leading this waltz of writing. Waltz – music is within me yet it has evaded me. The song of life, the thrill of it all. The lilting sound of creativity. Creativity is to be found all around – or is it? I need to search it out, to wallow in it and bring it back to life. Life, it keeps coming up. This new, unexpected venture. How does it feel to be here? But I am not ‘here’. I am soothing my soul to do something special with creativity. There is so much around, but where is it hiding. I am on a journey and that journey is just finding me. I must avoid the logic. That is not what this is for. Storytelling was my aim and that can stay with me. I will write a short story, one that wings in from the sky above. One that I don’t think hard about, it just comes to me. Will it be real? There will be more than one – but fantasy is what breathes through my veins. A new light. Get caught up in the colour that comes to me. Take inspiration from all that has come to be in this vessel of a room. The cards and gifts. Where am I? I am with heart. I am loving life. All is not lost it is within me. To find the light and the story. To have music in my mind. To love and to laugh. To write music is a gift that I can bring to this time. I am soaring through the sky in Florida. Such a wonderful and special time. The cool air brushing through my hair as I swirl through the clouds like a swan sweeping across the ocean.’
Unblocking creativity and releasing inspiration – 10 minute writing challenge (1 of 2)
Copyright 2009 Trug Bui Viet, Flickr, CC-BY-SA, via Wylio
I thought I would share with you this 10 minute writing exercise I carried out after a friend gave me a very special writing book while I was in hospital. This is the very first bit of writing I did as a result of receiving this book. (Try it yourself – set a timer for 10 minutes and just write whatever comes into your head.) This was written in January this year. I have in the past month started my story … I just need to return again. This 10 minute extract conveys the kind of autobiographical fiction I would like to write.
‘Heart of my life. This moment. Where am I? I am in a new life. I am boarding a train at Platform Life. I have my ticket to an unknown destination. It is calling me. I have no idea where I am going but I have my inside filled with the fuel of inspiration. I am alone. Yet I do not feel alone. I feel that I have my spirits with me. The special light of those I have loved and lost. Yet there is the call of mystery. This is my story. I recall when I was given a signal to get on the train and know that I was on a special journey. I received texts telling me that I was not alone. It was scary yet somehow exciting. I love trains and I was on a journey to my mystery story, the one I am going to start.
I feel it is a fantasy story. It means I can go on any plane of life. The now, the future, the past, the unknown. The hidden depths within me. I may get lost but the fragments of me will collect themselves and save me from the hardness of life as I know it at this moment. I am on a soft journey to a fantasy world. I am going to soar into a story of such powerfulness that inspires me and connects me with the people who I love now and those I have yet to meet. I feel blessed to have this opportunity. And it is going to re-alight my creativity. Take me to a place that is beyond the bounds of special. A unique, timeless experience that is so touching, so enchanting, that I will create many special characters to join me on this journey. They will be colourful, fantastical, special, heartwarming …’
Time to Play – poem written 2010 (inspired by anxiety/depression following post concussion syndrome)
Copyright 2008 Hartwig HKD, Flickr, CC-BY-ND, via Wylio
In 2009 I slipped on ice in my back garden. My legs must have flipped up as I became horizontal and landed flat on my back. At the time it was as if it was happening in slow motion, I recall suddenly looking up at the clouds – seemingly in a lying down position – and wondering what was happening. Then there was a hard thud as the back of my head hit the ground. The end result was post concussion syndrome which resulted in extreme anxiety followed by depression. This poem was written at that time.
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TIME TO PLAY
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Sitting here the thoughts surround me
Memories I have for sure
Dragging me along the pathway
Thinking that there is no cure
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Draining troughs of useless power
Taking all I have to give
Wish that I could be away now
Heal the hurt that’s like a sieve
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Letting all the goodness leave me
Giving me a woolly head
Save me from this awful feeling
Keeping me still in my bed
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Let the waves of colour surface
Brighten up the newborn day
Fill me with a breath of gladness
So that I may find my way
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Life is like a roller coaster
Scared is what I have become
Spread my wings and take me forward
Lift this life so wearysome
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Help me see that there are rainbows
Spread with dreams along the way
There is love and laughter waiting
Sitting there amongst the hay
Furry Magical Moments – Poem
Copyright 2014, Kay/wavesandpebbles
Tinkering silence
captures furry fingers, framing food
Time wafts
as nature disperses
magical moments, meandering mood
The Trapped Butterfly – Poem
Copyright 2009 Donald Duss, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio
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The following poem was written in 2010. A woman I had met in Brighton had talked about being a trapped butterfly and other things she spoke about encouraged me to get on and write my book. Yes, even back then I had the intention to write a book – maybe 2015 will be the year! I have recently made a start on two books – one is a fiction story based in Brighton which I started writing a couple of weeks ago. The second is a book on Memories and Creativity which I started writing today. I have made many ‘starts’ over the years – I just have to keep the momentum up and see it through … Anyway, here is my poem.
The Trapped Butterfly
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Thoughts of freedom fill her mind
not knowing what to do
She cannot leave it all behind
to find that something new
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Life has done it once again
entrapped her in its web
Amongst it all it is the men
that cause a constant ebb
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The journey has been happy
it has not been all bad
Such gifts there’ve been for all to see
yet now she feels so sad
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The spiders web surrounds her
it’s not a pretty sight
And nothing feels the way things were
so taking all the might
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Yet through her fragile being
comes wonder and such light
That lifts and is so healing
she’s not giving up the fight
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To break through all the limits
and fly to reach the sky
To take a look to where he sits
with not a tearful eye
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So from this day now forward
she knows what she must do
To lift her high as like a bird
and give a happy coo
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A butterfly is special
it flutters here and there
But her wish is now to settle
with one that wants to share
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And the choices that she makes
are hers and hers alone
And it will be for all their sakes
though some of them may moan
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Time is slipping through her wings
the moment is now here
To feel the joys of all life brings
there’s nothing now to fear
Tonight is the night all my dreams come true – Love Poem
Copyright 2008 Sabrina Campagna, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio
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Tonight is the night all my dreams come true
As you eagerly search for the four leafed clover
Amongst the softness of the lush emerald grass
The suns rays sprinkle the angels’ dust of love
When the magical starlight haze glimmers in the night sea sky
The warm bond of hugs nestles in the midnight breeze
And memories of a distant fountain spread everlasting joy
Special feelings are shared silently as the soft moon
Glows through the majestic bridge
And a time recalled when two languages declared their love
Standing forever caught in a tangled maze
Never reaching the point when two hearts join forever
Lost happiness as the twist of fate rips all hope aside
Yet tonight is an open book
The story unwritten
Our world is there to find
Perfection is an illusion
Yet the mystical journey to the dream can be shared
And all the special tender moments make all the days apart worthwhile
All there is to do is smile and believe it can be
Allow the chance to be free
To share a blessed and loving journey of life in its entirety
Tonight is the night all my dreams come true
Oblivion – poem
Copyright 2008 David Ohmer, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio
I wrote this poem when I was attending a creative writing course in 2013. It was at this time that I learnt about different types of poems and editing. It was my first (and only!) attempt at a Villanelle style of poem. Most of my poems have been written spontaneously and rarely edited. I’d love to know what you think.
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OBLIVION
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Across the trapway looming dwellings queue
I struggle with thoughts of others’ feeling
Shimmering isle inspired by blue depth hue
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Eery emptiness fakes tempting trespass
I’m drawn to chance the shake of such stepping
Across the trapway looming dwellings queue
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Furtive steps melt along the curving path
I feel the heat of the orange glowing
Shimmering isle inspired by blue depth hue
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Hidden echoes of the privileged few
I hear aching voices softly calling
Across the tramway looming dwellings queue
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Tippling boats and boys seared by rich sun rays
I bless them from the heart for such dreaming
Shimmering isle inspired by blue depth hue
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Shedding golden light on secret ways
I feel lured in by those that went sailing
Across the tramway looming dwellings queue
Shimmering isle inspired by blue depth hue
River of Gold – poem on graduation
Copyright 2013 Kinshuk Kashyap, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio
I wrote this poem on the train en route to my son’s graduation back in 2011.
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RIVER OF GOLD
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A droplet in the ocean
no different than the rest
The world is filled with motion
yet there seems no special quest
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There’s such a special journey
for one that is so small
A ripple, one of many
some are heading for a fall
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Life gives them such a blessing
with gifts for all to seek
Within is where they’re hiding
and the secret is to peek
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Search for true hidden talents
the playful ones count too
Don’t let them say it’s nonsense
deep inside you have the cue
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To learn the many reasons
for this and that and how
Till knowledge is the river
leads to taking such a bow
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The prize is yours forever
to take you far and wide
The river it is golden
rippling ever more with pride
Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah
Just discovered – beautiful combination of guitar and voice. So sad the way in which Jeff Buckley died going for a swim in the river and at such a young age.
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