Gone Nanowrimo.

It's been a while since I wrote on this blog. I am in the middle of nanowrimo- writing a novel month. I'll be back with some news at the end of it. Go all you Nanowrimos. http://www.nanowrimo.org/

Collages

I am thinking about work for an exhibition, and a competition. I love collaging that is superimposed and works in text. So here are some initial works. June (c) all rights reserved.

Beauty in the dying....

ground study, originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.

Even though they are dying and being recycled back into the earth
these flowers are so glorious in colour
like flames leaping out to say there is still something to enjoy
as we fade
Peace be with you, life be with you, death may take you, but you
can still leave bright textures when you go.


(c) gumbootspearlz, words and image


Dear Friends on flickr and all my other blogs,
I am working hard at my writing and hope to create a book of poems and poetry. I am also working on a novel. I will drop in when I can especially on my favourite photographers (: and to answer any comments.

June

Beginnings yellow

beginnings yellow, originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.

(Thinking aloud- phase one of the yellow poem)

Beginning the day with yellow
i wonder i think of all its shades
gold, bronze, golden, sunny,
daisy, sunflower.....

then i think of optimism, joy
sunlight - is it really yellow?

the sun in children's pictures
and my beloved tells me
Yellow - my dear the sun is not really yellow

beginning the day with golden syrup on pancakes
butter on toast

- yellow, yellow, yellow

Mellow yellow from a Donovan song
where there were electrical bananas
what was he thinking???

Banana's in pyjamas and i think of watching
kids shows with my children


(Well more thinking today thought I'd post a draft
of a yellow poem so I can look at how the poem changes, that is an interesting thing to do sometimes too!)

Rain Mirror

contemplation river, originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.

My mirror watches rain
It splashes out my reflection
As that reflected meets that outside the mirror

Fingers dance in mirror movements
Reflection and I yawn,
We sing, we commune to find out
Who is real
I or reflection
I or the rain
The rain or myself

Rain dances down the mirror
I see the butterfly flower tree outside the window
The green tree frog suctioned to the window

I declare “I am the real
You are the reflected”

My reflection takes my words and processes them
Says nothing but hears the rain
Smells the rain, longs to touch the rain


Mirror rain, reflect raindrops
Raindrops reflect rain mirror
Rain watches mirror my-self.

Run

run, originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.

Run

“Shake, shake, shake!”

It feels like our house belongs to the Giant that Jack killed when we stomp stomp stomp. The house gets almost as upset as Mum because we’re moving too quickly down the hallway.

Poor Jack set off to seek his fortune and all he was given was a magic bean. Now how can you buy a house with that? Come to think of it in many fairytales they are off to seek their fortune! They chance upon luck, magic and tasks that will bring them their fortune, and sometimes a magic creature or two. My Mum says “My fortune is you children.” Maybe we will grow up and bring her home a golden goose.

“On your marks- get set- go” and we run. It’s a cool afternoon and we decide it’s time to run around the track. It saves us running in the house on our rocky floorboards house.

Mum remembers that she used to love to run as a teenager. She would take off after an argument with Nana, to a running track across the road. She crossed a swamp and field to get there. She would run past the talking trees and mugwamp in the swamp. She’d will herself not to be afraid. She was always running away from Nana who used to have a rotten temper - so she learnt to run up the hill and sit behind the “big rock” where it was safe.

Now Mum says “On your marks, get, set go” and we run. We don’t like to go to little Athletics. For us running is trying to pass each other on school oval that we live next to. Running is a way to feel free, laugh, and just be ourselves.

I am never still. I tap in the kitchen, tapdetaptaptap. Mum says “You move in a flamenco butterfly movement.” I flutter around the oval.
My big brother paces up and down like he is in a hospital waiting room, but when we get out to the oval his footsteps and hands make an air guitar riff. He’s kinda cool.

My little brother scoots around. Out here is doesn’t bother anyone. He is ahead of us, behind us, ahead of us again.
Mum says “the running spaces in our lives feel like pools of light. They are a moving spotlight that we dance in.”

So we dance, dance, dance.

Guest of the Earth

bathed in light2
Originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.

The Guest of the Earth

Shannon still with her prayer
Thought of the tame mare and the brumby
From the heart of the centre
Where the red Earth sings

And she saw how the earth grew light
At the coming of the dawn
And lived in the small bright eyes
Of her Eternal Love


Extract from Guest of the Earth, by gumbootspearlz

Can you learn?

bathed in light 3
Originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.

Song of the Leaf


Can you
Learn the movements
Learn the language of leaves
Can you speak
Of leaves
Tree
Feather
Snakes
Bees

Learn the words
Learn the touch
Of butterfly
Learn the song of whales and dolphin

Do you think you could become like Dr Dolitte
Maybe you could be like BJ the Frog
Who learnt the language of all the animals
(c)gumbootspearlz