A to Z Challenge – W is for Writers’ Block

April 27, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry, Writing | Leave a comment
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I am stuck with my creative writing. How can I get my mojo back?

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Writer’s Block

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What’s happened to my stories; where did they go?

The tales I‘m well into have just lost their flow.

What should I do to regain inspiration,

When rust is corroding my imagination?

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My stories began with energy and verve,

And it seemed I had hit on my creative nerve.

But now that my characters have lives of their own,

They won’t tell me the next bit – it’s like talking to stone!

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I’ve set them in time, and in distinctive places;

You wouldn’t expect they’d keep hiding their faces.

Yet that’s what they’re doing; they don’t seem to want me

To finish their stories; to let them be free.

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Perhaps they don’t like what they’re expected to do;

They’re sulking, annoyed at a detail or two.

But I can’t change the fact that they put themselves there;

I just want to help them – don’t they know that I care?

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Where are you Carla? What on earth are you doing?

Ben, surely you want to solve the mystery that’s stewing?

Then talk to me. Tell me, what’s happening next?

‘Cause I’m puzzled and lost – and very much vexed!

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If you won’t let me come back and live in your tales,

I’ll cry, get depressed and believe that I’ve failed.

But if you take me back into these stories I’ve penned,

I can make it all right when we get to the end.

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Inspiration! Come back!

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(c)  Linda Visman

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A to Z Challenge – V is for Valentine’s Day

April 25, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry | 2 Comments
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Here are a couple of poems about Valentine’s Day. They are in the Japanese form of senryu, which is basically the same as haiku, but with a people/person reference instead of nature.

Both are the same in form; it is their content which distinguishes them. They are normally short descriptive works of only 17 syllables. These are usually written in three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Modern variations on this standard can be found, and many poets write haiku and senryu in 3, 5, 3 lines rather than the traditional. Other variations can also be found.

 

Valentine’s Day 1

Everlasting love

Glows in the heat of passion

Chocolate hearts melt.

Valentine’s Day 2

Flowers and chocolates

Modern tradition of love

Make me feel special.

A to Z Challenge – U is for Unconditional Love

April 24, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry | 7 Comments
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This poem arose from a poetry writing prompt, and I decided to write it as a Shakespearean sonnet.

This form, also called the English sonnet, has the simplest and most flexible pattern of all sonnets. It consists of three quatrains of alternating rhyme and ends with a rhyming couplet:

a b a b c d c d e f e f g g

Each quatrain develops a specific idea, but one closely related to the ideas in the other quatrains. The volta, or ‘punchline’ is often in the final couplet.

The basic meter of all sonnets in English is iambic pentameter, that is, ten syllables per line, with the emphasis on every second syllable.

Have you ever tried to write a sonnet?

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An Old Rag Doll

– a sonnet –

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Forlorn, it lies upon the rubbish pile

A tattered relic of a bygone day.

What joy this doll brought to a lonely child

How many happy hours spent in play?

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Recipient, this doll, of secrets shared

A trusted confidant who would not tell

Her owner’s fears and dreams as they were bared

Not question motives nor her spirit quell.

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But life goes on, and children quickly grow

To girls who think that love will never end.

But those that she allows her heart to know

Are not as faithful as that ragged friend.

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If ‘tis unconditional love desired,

A rag doll’s noble heart is what’s required.

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(c)   Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – T is for Time

April 23, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, History, Philosophy, Poetry | 10 Comments
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Time – framed

 

Have you ever wondered where ‘time’ comes from? I wrote this poem after I heard the clock chime midnight.

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Twelve chimes mark the end of day

and the beginning of the next.

Although Man’s own construct

Time seems almost mystical

measuring our days as we move

from past through present

to future.

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How many days will we own?

One or nine hundred,

or twenty-five thousand –

our three score and ten.

In our allotted days

life becomes complete –

or at least completed.

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We waste our minutes

count our hours

measure our months

celebrate our years.

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And yet they do not exist in reality

but only in our minds.

We did not need them in the forests

nor in the caves.

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But as we hunted and gathered

we became aware of seasons

and named them, giving them magic

framing the cycles of life

of planting, growth and harvest

binding them to us

in ritual and celebration.

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And so we created Time –

to measure the seasons

to plan our toil and our rest

to measure our lives

to provide meaning and certainty.

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Now, Time is a number

measurable beyond the change

from season to season

or from night to day.

Time is hours, minutes and seconds

nanoseconds

timetables and calendars

Time is money

Time marches on.

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The tool has become the master;

our creation has become a tyrant.

We don’t have time

Time waits for no man

Time’s up.

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Perhaps we should take

Time out.

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(c) Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – S is for Snow Angels

April 22, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Australia, Nature, The Red Centre | 3 Comments
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Here is another poem about Central Australia. As you may have guessed, it is a place very close to my heart.

Snow Angels

 

 

Australia’s red and sandy centre

Does not ever see falling snow.

Its winter vastness sees cold, dry frost;

Summer sees heat and, with luck, The Wet.

A place of Dreamtime and Kadaitcha,

Is this land, not of angels.

 

 

Your country* knows winter snows

On craggy mountain, great lakes,

Wide plains and arctic tundra.

You told me about snow angels –

The ones you made as a child –

But I didn’t understand.

 

 

Then one summer, in my Outback land,

The river that mostly runs dry

Ran wild and wide in the Wet.

We went to see it drying, you and I,

And in deep, still flood-damp sand

You lay down, arms and legs outspread.

 

 

You moved them together in rhythm

Arms up and down; legs open and closed.

I wondered, what is this you do?

Then you carefully stood and I saw

A lovely angel, winged and gowned.

So I lay down and made one too.

White snow angels fly now in red sand.

(c) Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – R is for Rivers of Life

April 21, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Australia, Poetry, The Wet | 2 Comments
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There is always something special about the first rains of the Wet Season in Central Australia.

Rivers of Life

As the first raindrops fall,

the red desert earth releases

the sharp, clean smell of ozone.

I lift my face to taste

the heaven-sent drops;

to receive their cleansing baptism,

their cool anointing

on my thirsty, sun-dried skin.

The long-awaited build-up,

the sultry grey-black promise

of summer storm-clouds,

is finally, thunderously, fulfilled

in the unrelenting barrage

of a season-breaking downpour;

a cascade that quenches

the sky’s glowing furnace.

At once I am drenched.

Coolness trickles from head to toe;

washing away the summer dust.

My feet are lost in red-brown mud,

as tiny rivulets unite, to form

streams that expand into

shallow, brush-dotted lakes,

through which I splash.

Earthy waters, fed by heaven’s bounty,

surge along winter-dried river-beds

that Rainbow Snake their way

through sandy, spinifex plains

and the rocky, spirit-haunted gorges

of Australia’s red-ochred heart.

These surging, foaming torrents

irrigate a vast desert land,

carrying with them a sacrament,

the annual rebirth of the land.

At season’s end the rivers pass away,

buried beneath those thirsty sands.

Then, almost as I watch,

multitudes of waiting seeds,

aroused by the redeeming waters,

erupt into life, and carpet the red soil

in white and mauve and gold.

In weeks, they too will fade away,

until the next rainy season brings once more

the ozone smell of nature’s baptism.

(c)  Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – Q is for Quinzaine Poems

April 20, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry | 8 Comments
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Quinzaine Poems

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A quinzaine is composed of just 15 syllables. The French word for 15 is quinze. The Spanish word is quince.

A quinzaine contains no rhyming words and no meter requirements. Within 15 syllables, a quinzaine makes a statement and asks a question. The poet doesn’t need to know the answer to the question.

The 15 syllables of a quinzaine are broken down into three lines. Here is the pattern:

Line 1: 7 syllables – make a statement Line 2: 5 syllables – start a question about the subject Line 3: 3 syllables – finish the question

  1. Virtual Reality

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Virtual worlds rule our minds;

Does reality

Mean nothing?

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  1. Rain

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Teeming rain on verdant coast;

Why won’t it cross o’er

The mountain?

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  1. Man

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So much history to learn from;

Why think we’re diff’rent,

When we aren’t?

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(c)  Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – P is for Petrol

April 18, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Indigenous health, Poetry | 8 Comments
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This poem is one that some may find offensive or distressing. I wrote it after seeing a “Lateline” programme on ABC TV about the predations of a paedophile in Mutitjulu (Ayers Rock Aboriginal community in the NT). Petrol sniffing is still a problem.

Petrol for Sex

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Her body moves in rhythm to his thrusts.

Eyes closed, she’s in another world,

unaware of what is happening to her.

Twelve years old, a child –

the focus of his warped desires.

Should be in school, but it never was important

even when she was aware.

No future anyway. Why bother?

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Finished, the old man pushes her aside.

She whimpers, and reaches out

for the can of petrol on the sand – her payment.

Dull eyes momentarily gleam

as she holds it to her face and inhales,

killing a few million more brain cells.

But she doesn’t know about that –

And he doesn’t care.

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(c) Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – O is for On the Rocks

April 17, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Australia, Nature | 2 Comments
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Another of my poems for the A-Z April Challenge.

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On the Rocks

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There are scribble patterns

on the small rock pool’s sandy bottom,

where clear water is warmed by a winter sun.

Slow-moving shellfish, like half-marbles

in black or white or zebra-striped,

with their confused nutrient wanderings,

have woven lines that twist and tangle

and seem to go nowhere.

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Plankton, barely seen by human eye,

swim and creep and crawl, on guard

against darting minnows –

the big fish in this miniature pond.

Tiny crabs dart beneath rock overhangs,

knowing that death lurks

in every movement from above.

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Soon, the tide will turn, battering

the almost-still life into wakefulness;

fresh, cold waters flushing out the old

and bringing in the new –

oxygen, nourishment,

more inhabitants to scribble in the sand.

And so it will continue,

tangled patterns of life renewed

tide after tide, as it has been forever.

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(c)   Linda Visman

On the rocks at Shellharbour.

A to Z Challenge – N is for Never-ending

April 16, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry, War and Conflict | 3 Comments

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This is another poem I wrote for a contest. The poem had to be in Pi form. This comes from the mathematical value Pi, which equals 3.141592653589793. The poem thus had to have the number of words in each line correspond with each number in the Pi sequence, with the number of lines equal to the number of digits in the sequence.

Whilst the poem was written for a contest, the subject I have written of was already in my mind, and I had been searching for a form in which to express my thoughts on it. I decided to use the Pi form, and enter the contest too. Along the way, I came up with a potted history of war in the twentieth century and beyond.

Again I write of Man’s intractability, his inhumanity. A sign of the times! The last line says it all.

 

Never-ending War

– A Pi Poem

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The Great War

Appalling –

Ending all wars forever?

Delusion –

Man’s intractability makes this impossible.

More wars erupt, in Russia, Spain, China, and elsewhere –

Lesson unlearned.

Then comes the Second World War:

Killing brought to the cities –

Bombing; death; destruction;

War no longer just soldiers.

Now, civilians, homes and livelihoods become valid targets.

Suffering, caused by a megalomaniac’s dream of world domination.

Cold War Bomb, Damocles’ sword, hangs suspended.

Korea, Vietnam, Middle East. Now Terror’s War rages worldwide.

Mankind never learns.

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(c) Linda Visman

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