Writers’ Well – Time

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A few questions for you. Well, not exactly questions, but, if I were to offer you this start to a sentence:

 

I spend too much time….

 

 

 

how would you complete it? Five times?

 

And what about:

 

I spend too little time…

 

 

And because the best things always come in threes…

 

I would like to create more time for/to…

 

Well, this was one of the prompts we worked with last Friday – completing those three sentences, each one five times, leaving us with fifteen insights into out relationship with the resource of Time,  how we’re currently using it…and what we dream of using it for.

Next, we wrote a poem inspired by that exploration…in just ten minutes.

There were some stunning responses, but I can only share my own for now…so, this is what I wrote:

 

If time were banked

In a building

On the High Street

One where the money banks

Have made way

What would the cashiers say?

What would their job be?

 

Because we can’t pay-in time

We could only bank memories

But we’d never be able to know

How much we had left to spend

Only how freely we’ve been spending

 

For time capsules

Buried with ceremony

Intended for future folk

To dig up and discover

Don’t contain time –

They contain memories

Just memories

Memories…

 

Maybe I could set up

A memory bank!

People would be advised to

Deposit once a week

What have you made

With the last seven days?

 

Not how much did you earn

The things that you bought

The stuff others can see

That’s not why you’d come

to the memory bank…

 

You’d come to remember and record

The unexpected conversation

You had with a friend

Or the salmon you saw leaping

Because someone called you over

You’d never seen them

Leaping before

 

And maybe that morning

Like any other morning

On the outside

But inwardly somehow

It felt different

You felt excited about

The next twenty four hours

In a way you hadn’t…

 

My father shared

Part of his own story recently

And though there aren’t

Memory banks on the high street

They exist

 

In the hearts of those we love

But need reminding to ask,

 

“How have you

Spent your time?”

 

If you enjoyed this prompt, then you can find more here:

https://wordsthatserve.wordpress.com/upcoming-writing-workshops-and-some-prompts-for-you-to-play-with/

and here:

https://wordsthatserve.wordpress.com/writing-prompts-the-elements/

 

 

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Introducing…Poetea!

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A few photos of a box of Poetea I made for a dear friend’s birthday!

 

 

Basically, I wrapped an empty tea box, made little paper pockets from sewn together bits of the same wrapping paper…

 

 

…and folded up a poem of mine to pack into each one like a teabag. 20 poems in all. It was a lot of fun 🙂

 

Poetry in Three!

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Here’s me writing poetry to order at a Christmas Fair last year

I’ve been rediscovering my love for writing poetry for others on the spot in 3 minutes, to warm up for some Christmas ‘gigs’! Here’s one I wrote last week, for a guy who runs a local cafe. He asked for a poem on the topic of ‘Growing Teenage Girl’. Poetry has power people (but you know that…) – the conversation we had after that! And when I left, 2 hours or so later, he said I’d made his day…and it only took 3 minutes  Make someone’s day in your way today…it needn’t take long! So here it is, cheesy and raw, yes, but hey – it’s unedited and straight off the page…3 mins!

 

I know you’re growing

But I try not to see it

It was easier

When I could hold all of you

Your joys, fears

Lift you out of danger

Kiss sweet dreams

Into your forehead

Before you slept

But you’re growing

And some of those branches

Are out of my reach

Nobody teaches

Us to be parents

We have to learn

And grow too

But much as I stretch

I can’t always reach

The tips of you

So I feed the soil

With my love and trust

That if I take care

Of your roots

Keep you safe

As much as I can

Keep the fridge full

Of more than ready made crap

If you’ll eat it

And keep out home

A place filled with space and light

You’ll grow

Thrive

Be happy

 

 

And here’s another, written at a reunion with college friends. Some of it, well, you probably had to be there…written in three minutes, in a busy bar, on the sign that had reserved our table…

30 second stories

Can’t capture the lives

That have come together,

People who’ve not changed

In 21 years

And tears haven’t started yet

But the laughter’s there

And we fall

As a Renault crashes the party

We’re just getting started

But the leaving will come

Eventually too

No house to return to

Together for a party

In Postman Pat land

The fizz is flowing

Because we’re grown up now

But it’s the little ones

That give many of us

Life’s meaning

While others are dreaming

Of a life beyond the 9-5

And so the photos will capture

Moments and smiles

Until the next time

We reminisce and remember

This is what life’s about

Laughs that don’t change

And the chance to be

18 again

 

Want to try? I have an egg timer I can lend you… 😉

Affirmative Acrostics Postcards!

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It’s my great joy and pleasure to introduce you to the postcards I’ve been ‘cooking’ whilst sharing this series of acrostic poems with you. I’ve been playing with the designs over the last couple of weeks, and the first sample of 10 came through earlier this week. I was ‘jump up and down, unpack them – pack them again – unpack them’ excited when I opened them! They’ve been created through a website called moo.com, and I must say I’m impressed with the quality (excellent) and cost (reasonable).

I’ve been going through them in detail,  putting improvements in place, as well as correcting some horrible mistakes (a free set of 10 of the finalised product to the first person who spots the serious mistake which can be seen in the above photo!) with the intention, in the near future, of having a starting selection of 25 ready to be sold at £1.00 per postcard.

In my dream world, having these postcards flying around the globe, and being seen not only by those who send and receive them, but also by those who sort and deliver, might serve to share the essence of some of these beautiful qualities, and spread some smiles.

So, I invite your feedback and support, and will send one of these ‘first draft’ postcards to each of the first three people who comment, wherever you are in the world! You can send your postal address to my email: harulaladd(AT)yahoo(DOT)com. Celebration and constructive criticism equally welcome, and I’d also love to receive suggestions for other words you’d like to see ‘poetisized’ (a word?) on such a card.

I really appreciate all the encouragement and support of those who’ve been regularly reading these poems, and look forward to reading your thoughts on their next evolutionary step.

With joy and gratitude,

Harula xxx

 

 

As An Artist…

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As an artist…

• I want to mine the emotions for gems of truth and wisdom
• I want to show people how amazing they are by taking soul photos while they’re not watching, and turning these invisible images into words that can be read as a map to somewhere at once absolutely the same and completely different in the world of the one who reads
• I want to remind the world of all the important things we seem to be forgetting, even though they’re right in front of our eyes
• I want to make a life as well as a living
• I want to invite myself and others to the edges and learn to fly (or build bridges)
• I want to shine a light on the knots the world has tied itself in, so skilled unknotters can see them well enough to unravel us back into freedom
• I want to write the rivers within that carry people through the landscapes of joy and sorrow so that they can enjoy them fully – and keep on moving
• I want to say, ‘this is who I am’, and to ask, ‘who are you?’
• I want to be fearless, respectful, daring and real
• I want to give Love lots of places to feel welcome so that it sticks around a while
• I want to get to know this world so well that I can recognise myself as an appreciative visitor, whilst remembering it’s not all that there is

This was my way of consciously owning that word ‘artist’ and finding out what I would aspire to do with ‘artist me’ if I let her lead. There is context and background to this inquiry, which I’ll perhaps share another time, but for now I’m very curious to know how you would complete the phrase:

As an Artist I…
OR As a writer/painter/actor I…
OR As a creative being I…

Shelter

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your smile lands on my face
like a butterfly I’d go breathless for
drawn by the joy
I hatch here
in this shelter built of books

we find comfort
your smile and I
in our shared, quiet passion
and I know you’d understand
these random volumes are my friends

but did you also share my fear
of dying wasted and unused?

your smile leaves me then
and I wonder where it goes
my face feels cold
a lonely shiver
I wrap myself in unread pages

Companionship

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Her view

holds no evidence

of other humans

and she nestles in

to play her game of

‘last human on earth’

loneliness banished

by the cry of gulls

who soar and dive

their divine sky dance

as the hefty ocean waves

throw themselves onto the shore

with rhythmic resounding slaps

and pebbles titter

their race to the sea

to dive in for a swim

as the sun sparkles

on frost solid sand

that transforms

into softness and gold

at the warmth of his touch

 

what fool’s tyranny

dare claim superiority

to the rich companionship

of life

 

Beach Haiku

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Sandy beach glistens

In golden winter sunshine

I laugh with pebbles

I went for a walk on the beach, alone, this morning and it was utterly magical. It was like walking on stars as the frosty sand was glistening in the golden sun like a sparkling night sky, only beneath my feet, and when I softened my gaze the ‘stars’ went all 3D on me and I was surrounded, as if swimming in a sea of starry sparkles. When I turned to look at the bank of pebbles behind me, the beauty of their colour and variety just made me laugh with childlike happiness – they looked like an audience! And then I did something I’ve been wanting to do for ages. I wrote a Haiku, there and then, carving it in into the sand with a seaweedy stick.

I noticed with interest how flowing, arty and elegant my writing turned out (it really isn’t normally, and it’s not like I was even particularly trying…), something about having to make long single strokes with no doubling back, and the willingness of the stick and the give and responsiveness of the sand. But then I realised I’d trod holes into my ‘canvas’ so the last two lines aren’t very readable at all. Next time I need to be more careful about where I place myself while I’m writing, and perhaps pick out my words with shells and pebbles to make it clearer. So two firsts today…I wrote a spontaneous Haiku into the sand AND I at last figured out (Halleluiah!!! Perhaps I’ve caught it from my tech-savvy sister, having just spent several days with her) how to upload photos from my phone!

And here’s some more spontaneous beach ‘art’ I created a while ago when I decided to make a kind of mini sculpture out of shells and pebbles I’d admired and collected during a walk, only at the end deciding they ought to stay on the beach where they belonged…

I hope you’ve all had a wonderful Christmas, and thanks to all of you who encouraged and followed my Christmas acrostic challenge (sorry I only made it to 20!) May you all have a wonderful New Year, however you choose to celebrate it, and I’ll catch up proper in 2015:-)

With all my love and bountiful blessings of  creativity, joy and peace for all in 2015!

Harula xxx

Christmas Acrostics – Day 20

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An old photo, my brother and sister at the end there…

looking forward to taking some more:-)

Welcome to day nineteen, for which I’ve used the word Family (I’m still playing catch up…) which I’ve chosen because my brother and one of my sisters, along with her partner, arrive to visit Mum and I today. Can’t wait…but won’t linger, as the house is not yet ready to welcome them and there’s cooking to do! Enjoy:-)

And…why not have a go at a Christmas acrostic yourself in the comments! I’d love to read yours. I also love to receive suggestions of Christmas words to use as the basis for the next acrostics I write, so please share your favourite festive words in the comments too, and then come back to read the poem you’ve inspired!

F or these few precious days

A s limited as the life giving light right now

M ountains are moved

I n order to be together as

L aughter, and hugs feed the fire of love

Y ou ignite in me just by your presence

Christmas Acrostics – Day 19

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I first shared this photo, and a little about this ritual, in this post: https://wordsthatserve.wordpress.com/2013/12/23/week-31-of-good-deeds/

Welcome to day nineteen, for which I’ve used the word Ritual (I’m still playing catch up…) which I’ve chosen because I began today with a dance as the opening of our annual community solstice ritual, where we walk into a spiral reflecting on the year that has been and light a candle in the center to bring light with us as we transition into the New Year and open to what will be. It’s a very beautiful ritual which I look forward to each year, as I’m sure you all have your own individually, as a family or as a community, which you return to year in year out and give this time meaning. May they bring you comfort and joy. Enjoy:-)

And…why not have a go at a Christmas acrostic yourself in the comments! I’d love to read yours. I also love to receive suggestions of Christmas words to use as the basis for the next acrostics I write, so please share your favourite festive words in the comments too, and then come back to read the poem you’ve inspired!

R eturning again to the warmth and comforting core

I n those repeated practices

T hat, by their very constancy

U nveil with quiet strength the changes in ourselves

A nd give us reason and space to reflect on

L ife, both where we are and where we are heading