Light Finds You

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Light……..light

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When there seems
no progressive road
the past
savage
cruel
light finds you
the way out
whispers
the door awaits

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The way
whispers
light……..light
finds you

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I guess I could reverse this poem and say ‘you find light’.  The question burning in my mind is…….in troubled times, at the end of a long dark tunnel, does light find us, or are we drawn to light?

This little poem started out as a Twitter micropoem, it was never intended to be anything more.  I decided to post it on Hello Poetry and I noticed compared to a few other poems I’d posted at the same time it was very quickly gaining unexpected attention.  On the 26th November it was chosen as the Daily Poem.  I was amazed at how other writers responded.  So I decided to record it, but a little different than a straight reading.  I’ve been thinking of creating a more surreal artistic style in spoken word accompanied with music for some time.  It was a refreshing change and see to how I could alter what I’ve previously done.

A lot of poets on SoundCloud like to create that kind of fantasy style and some find their readings transformed with a collaboration with a musician.  It’s great fun and very much another kind of blog – sound blogging.

AudioBoom is anther website to post your recordings and also ReverbNation.  Both SoundCloud and AudioBoom are compatible with WordPress and embed into posts and pages with no problems.  ReverbNation is a great site but won’t embed into WordPress.

I’m a little behind with some of your blog posts at the moment.  I’ve been battling a vicious head cold for about three weeks that just doesn’t want to give up and move on – life is a bit chaotic!  😦   In the next few days I’ll be catching up on those blog posts, then I’ll be off for a blog break.  I’ll be returning in January/February.

I wish you all a peaceful seasonal celebration ⛄️🎄❄️ and may you find all the light you need!  🙂


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The Secret ~ Revisited

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It was strange sitting on that bench looking at sandcastles we hadn’t built, kites stretched to the sky with no need of our hands.  It was strange seeing children in whirls of excitement for beach holidays, wild fairground rides waiting to induce the scream.  It was all… so familiar.

It was strange all of that, was no longer you or I.

We sat quiet, serene smiles on faces looking out to sea.  As if we’d arrived to watch a show, wondering where all the years had vanished.  How had we become the still people?  The ones slumped in deck chairs eating sandwiches, sipping lemonade with newspapers draped over heads, shading their pink English skin from the unexpected heat of the day.  How their eyes had followed us, amused at what our little hands could do with a plastic bucket, a spade, and a heap of soggy sand.

We have discovered, no matter how hard we try to keep all we’ve known alive, change is always certain.  Time ticks, and who we’ve become will continue to surprise.

We may be confused children, absent of Mum and Dad, empty of buckets and spades, with a lack of desire for castles made of sand, to cut the wind with a kite, get chills from awesome rides, or revel in artificial game score highs at the arcade.  But at least we are still a brother and sister who laugh a lot, share a precious moment, and remind ourselves appearances lie….we are the same people we always were.

It’s all on inside, not the outside.  And only we know the secret of how to find the real boy, the real girl.

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Some of you may remember this story from a post I created in September 2013 called The Secret.  It was a poem, with photos of a seaside town I visited in Lowestoft, Suffolk.  I’ve not done a repost before, so I decided to rewrite this into short story style and record it.

If you’ve read too much today, you can sit back, be lazy, rest your eyes and listen to this one!  The original post contains a lot more photographs of the day, a traditional British cream tea, and a beautiful surfing video filmed in Lowestoft.  If you’d like to see it you can view it here.

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51QgNPRw1mLDaughter Of Darkness ~ Katya Mills
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Ricky & Doris: Friendship At It’s Best

I know some of you have already seen this, so please don’t feel obliged to make a second comment. Just thought I’d spread this charming story a little further! To view the videos please click the link for ‘view original’.

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Ricky Syers and Doris Diether met in Washington Square Park where Ricky spends his days entertaining passing visitors with his marionettes.  Doris, fascinated by Ricky’s little string puppets, brought a couple of articles to show him she had written many years before when she was a columnist for a newspaper.  Ricky then created a marionette in the image of Doris especially for her, and a great friendship began.

This sums up the reality of friendship for me – two people, a generation apart, with not much in common other than a love for puppets, and yet they connected in the most charming way.  Doris says “If the person is interesting, that’s what I relate to.”

I’m very impressed by Ricky’s skill as a puppeteer, if I look at those little people long enough, I begin to see them as real.  If you take a look at…

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Thank you Geo for this uplifting thought, and such a lovely photograph too!

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I dream

all voices

circulating winds

hovering high

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one grand sound

in harmony

in love

I dream

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Summertime Madness

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Summertime madness

still it lingers
lives in lines and cracks
a glistening pathway
indelible days
waking what lies in dust
whispers
recalling
how the light used to shine

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I’ve been experimenting with micropoetry for a while now.  It’s turned out to be a real learning curve on how few words I can get away with and still manage to say what was intended.  Twitter posts have a limit of a 140 characters, it’s a great way to learn to write those neat little verses because you can’t add more words even if you want to.

There are some excellent writers of micropoetry on Twitter.  If you want to find a huge list of short poetry, just use the Twitter search and type #micropoetry, #haiku or #senryu and you will find an endless supply of miniature poems to entertain you.  You can find some examples of mine below, and also more included in this article.

My poem came about because of the summer sparkly gif.  Some images totally inspire my poetry mind, and this one did it for me!

So what inspires you to write?

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Lazy Days

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Sukhwinder Flora is a delight to listen to!!

I spend quite a bit of time on SoundCloud mainly looking for spoken word artists to share to The Writing Garden, but every so often I come across a real gem, and Sukhwinder is very much a gem!

She not only has a stunning voice when singing, but also writes her own songs, performs great cover versions, and some very creative spoken word.  A collection of her poems have been published in several issues of Pink Panther literary and art magazine, and she sells her beautiful art on Redbubble.  You can also read her poetry on there too.

I’ve had a few conversations with Sukhwinder on SoundCloud messaging, she has a kind and thoughtful personality too.  With all of that talent – I just had devote the entire post to her.

So, relax in your seat, give yourself permission to be lazy for a few minutes and float away with her rich and rewarding voice. 🙂
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Ideas Are Like Tall Trees

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Ideas are like tall trees
they begin microscopic
small beams of humble enlightenment
until a mighty body emerges
and boughs like warrior arms reach
draping and lush
inviting suggestion
I am surrounded
by many eager minds
towering above
my own narrow imagination
Kings and Queens
of profound thought
how they stretch to find me
so my inner eyes
may witness restoration
Ideas are like tall trees
where even darkness
fails to demolish

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You might also like this poem -> Wisdom Tree

‘Ideas Are Like Tall Trees’ came about because of this image.   I’d saved it in a file for inspiration for my Tumblr poetry blogThe first thing that came to mind was how tall those trees were towering above the man, and for some reason that made me think of how ideas of the mind can seem so much taller than ourselves and the wonder of the possibilities of those thoughts ever becoming a reality.  And also how we are inspired by others, the living and deceased who allowed one small thought to grow and lead to astounding events or inventions.  Many of those ideas we use in our everyday lives and we give very little thought to a time before someone thought them up (electricity, clean fresh running water, and of course not forget – computers.)

It’s incredible how one tiny thought can grow into something huge and change our lives.  Just think about it – the creation of the internet was once a small seedling thought growing in the mind.  Wow – look at it now – it’s a vast forest that never stops growing!

And I’m sure some of you like me will remember that small thought you had about starting a blog one day.  The idea greatly appealed, but I felt it was too much to handle in many ways.  But that was so not true.  I learned how to do everything a bit at time, and what seemed impossible became possible because I continued to hold on to the thought.

Never let go of ideas, no matter how unlikely they seem.  You can put them on shelves for a while if you like, but make sure take them down every so often and give those seedlings a little water, they can turn into the most brilliant things! 😀

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I shall be taking a WordPress break in short while.  I’ll be around for another week just to finish reading your blog posts, and then I’m off for a spring break.
I decided last November I would take two breaks a year. One in winter and one in spring, I think it’s good to do that and spend more time doing different things in life.
You may see me occasionally on Twitter, Facebook, or G+ and I’ll also be creating the next issue of The Writing Garden.  The first thing I’ll post on my return will be the fourth issue of The Writing GardenSo keep an eye out for it, especially if you enjoy reading poetry.  I’ll be back in July!

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