In Stitches

March 13, 2016 at 12:58 pm | Posted in Australia, Nature, Poetry, Writing | 27 Comments
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I have been occupied with other things than this blog lately. However, I would like to share a poem with you that I wrote a few years ago. It is about the beautiful Lake Macquarie where I live, and how I saw it one day as I walked along the shore.

The poem was recently commended in the Morisset Show Poetry Competition.

 

 

Wangi Bay stretches before me,

a coarse wind-ruffled

grey-green fabric;

patches of dirty brown

rain-stirred run-off

tacked onto it here and there

like jungle-camouflage.

 

Silver sequins

tossed onto the watery quilt

tumble and sparkle among

the grey jetty stripes and squares

and the multi-coloured

ship-shaped pieces

that have been tacked on

with contrasting whitecap stitches.

 

Here and there,

in out-of-the-way places

an occasional dot

of white embroidery –

a bobbing seagull or pelican.

 

A narrow, irregular strip

of breaking waves

marks the inner border

separating the nautical pattern

from its dark green edging

of eucalypt and casuarina

and spiky Lomandra longifolia

 

Today, the lake is a patch-work quilt

that I would like to take home with me.

 

 

© Linda Visman

11th October, 2010

 

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A to Z Challenge _ Z is for Zephyr

April 30, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry | 7 Comments
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I wrote this poem in fifteen minutes as I sat by the open door with a gentle night breeze playing on my skin.

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Zephyr Breeze

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Zephyr breeze

Wafts through the window,

Bringing soft coolness

To fevered brow.

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Zephyr breeze

Stirs autumn trees,

Causing golden shower

Of whispering leaves.

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Zephyr breeze

Drifts in from the ocean,

Bringing the promise

Of evening rain.

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Zephyr breeze

I wished you a tempest,

Reflecting the tumult

Of my grieving soul.

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Zephyr breeze

Instead you stayed gentle,

Easing the turmoil

And bringing me peace.

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(c)  Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – Y is for You’re in there!

April 29, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry, Writing | 10 Comments
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Do you ever have trouble finding a word?

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You’re in There – I Know You Are!

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Stop, Word! I saw you.

Get back here, I need you.

I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

Oh, no. Don’t you go and hide;

I know you’re in there –

Come out and let me see you!

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Come on out. Please.

This happens every time I need you;

You’re nowhere to be found.

Stop hiding behind the others!

No, I don’t want them,

I want you!

They just aren’t right for this work.

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Oh, please, Word.

Don’t you want to be famous;

Have everyone quoting you;

Be the very latest “bon mot”?

You do? Great!

Share? Well, yes, of course

You’ll have to share

The poem with the other words.

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You don’t want to? But why?

They’re just the everyday words;

The run-of-the-mill words.

They just can’t do the job like you can!

I need a word

That says it just right;

That conveys the perfect idea;

That creates the exact emotion.

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That’s you. Yes, you!

Oh, come on, Word.

You’ll look so good on the paper,

Or on the screen.

You’ll be admired, and …

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Word! Come out, this minute!

You’re spoiling everything.

My poem will be ruined.

You don’t care, do you?

You just don’t care.

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This is your last chance, Word.

Get yourself out here!

Come out of my memory.

Right now!

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(c)  Linda Visman

A to Z Challenge – X is for … X

April 28, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry | 7 Comments
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This was a harder one to do – as everyone who has been participating in the Challenge undoubtedly knows. I went for the letter X. Here is my contribution:

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X is for … X

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I don’t speak of the X that shows buried treasure,

nor the X that you need for a mathematical measure.

Not the X that meant 10 to the Romans of old,

but the X that is used in the words that we’re told.

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Now inside of a word, the X glides along well, So

you can pay off your taxes, chop wood with your axes,

call your child Alexander or even Alexis.

But an X starting a word can cause linguistic hell.

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You may begin a word with the letter X, but the sound just isn’t right!

You don’t play an Ecks-ylophone – it should start with a Z!

There are scientific names all sorts of things –

Xenon and Xanthic, Xylum and Xerography –

and I’d rather be a Xenophile than a Xenophobe.

But wouldn’t they be easier to read and to speak – if they began with a Z?

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So if I had a say I’d take that darned X away

from the start of a word where it looks quite absurd,

and I’d replace it instead with the sound of a Zed,

so our tongues wouldn’t struggle with the X or Z puzzle!

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(c) Linda Visman

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 | 7 Comments
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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 | 3 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 | 10 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 | 13 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 – R is for Rivers of Life

April 21, 2015 at 12:05 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Australia, Poetry, The Wet | 3 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 | 9 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

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