Five years old and your experiences and environment as well as just the basic you that came out of the mothers womb will all firm up like laid bitumen on a hot day.  Try and shift that stuff and it's going to take a jackhammer and more than a few guys in high vis.  

Hello

There's a lot I don't know about the world, about history, about different cultures, about substances and ceremony and beliefs.  It's easy to pass foreign things off as being wrong just because they're different, but If I don't understand it, I don't think I can really judge the validity of it.  So I just imagined a teen in a tribal setting, having failed in his first attempt to access some kind of tribal ritual, then being dogged by that failure.  By his fear.  Having seen what could be he sets off on his own, determined now not to let fear stop him from Just Doing It, from doing this thing that will be part adventure, part terror, but being able to come out of it saying he not only glanced at his own soul, he stared and stared and spent time combing through his being, picking out the burrs that had marred him already, even at that young age, and emerging from that tent strong and fearless, having faced the worst, the worst being both extremes of his potential to fail, and his potential to succeed.

Anyway, a bit random, but I enjoyed imagining it anyway.  There's this little quote I saw on an old calendar.   It says "You are never too old to dream a new dream".  

I'm just glad that my depression didn't root out all hope, because it is a good thing to dream.

Dreaming

It's my birthday!  And its been quite a year

Birthday

I wrote a poem called The Black and White many many years ago for an influential someone and last week, as well as yesterday on my birthday, I happened to catch up with that influential someone which is a somewhat rare event, and I wanted to just send up another offering.

The Black And White

I, for some reason, have a bit of a of resentful bone to pick against men.  I like women.  I think women are smart and hard working and their achievements are and always have been most often passed over and under appreciated.  I'm often focussed on what the world is like for a woman, but I had a moment of considering what the world might be like for a good man.  For a man who shoulders the responsibility of provision and protection and sustaining women and children who are looking to him to be the first line of defence between them and a hard world.

And I thought, yikes, I wouldn't like that responsibility!

Fire Watcher

I'm pretty sure the reason I work hard and like to push myself is because I'm a very lazy and self indulgent person.  This was quite apparent by my enjoyment of laying on the beach yesterday.  I'm pretty sure I could have stayed there until the sand covered me over lol

Cleopatra

So yesterday I wrote about being a queen and having everything the world could offer.

Today I write about having nothing and happily throwing everything I have into the giant fire that was all over the Perth skyline last night.

Dichotomy much?

Of The Earth

My brain is pretty overrun at the moment, with 'What If' and 'Should I' having a smashing time copulating and breeding up in there

Rabbits

Feel free to completely skip all the poetry from this little season.  I won't be offended.   If I didn't have to think it, or feel it, believe me, I'd skip it too.  I'm really just writing for consistency at the moment because I can imagine getting all happy again and then being pissed off that I skipped a day because I was in a low mood and my writing was poor.  

Which it is, but like my happy self who has gone into hiding lately, I know that my ability to write is still within me somewhere.  I'm just loitering until they're ready to come out again. 

Magic


Feel free to skip again.  Eventually I will write something lighter, or at least better.  In the meantime, be assured that if you are going through a heap of shit right now (which it seems like heaps of people are and makes me think I should have chosen a better time to have a brain slump over nothing when there are really real problems going around like a virus) then you are not alone.  

Tunnel

Author/poet/lyricist and lapsed pianist :)

Influences/artists that move me include Sara Bareilles, Civil Wars (harmonies!), Ellie Goulding, Ed Sheeran, Paramore, Royal Tailor (great running tracks), Taylor Swift (hey, she's fun), Angus & Julia Stone, Kate Miller Heidke and the list goes on. 

Karen Maddigan