I see below
people squint and shade their eyes,
I’m not hidden,
refuse to be bid
The noise behind,
a train comes rushing
the thrill of the chase
but I can’t keep running
It rushes by,
Battered and bruised
by a whomping tree
I still rock up
Millions against one
that’s damn not fair.
let’s get out of there.
I’ve been dangling,
but I’m not angling
for your pity,
The theme of my very first IWSG post is – Is this mine? Did I write this?
The other day I was going through the notes app on my iPad to tidy it up and I found the poem below (which I’ve tweaked a bit since finding it). My problem or insecurity this month is not remembering writing it. Did I? Did I see it somewhere and make a copy? I’ve Googled it and came up with nothing. I think it’s mine but what if it isn’t?
Is it just me who writes things and doesn’t remember writing it?
I think this little foible of mine does make it hard to write longer pieces and keep them coherent. I think that’s why something like NaNoWriMo works for me – having that concentrated and dedicated time to work on things. Now to create that feeling year round.
Anyway please enjoy this poem – and if it’s actually yours do let me know!
How to inspire a love of reading:
Make books like chocolate!
Don’t dictate what children should read,
instead place them in a library and
let them look, nibble, sniff out their favourites,
sampling from the entire range.
Some they will spit out, because they don’t like nuts
but others they will savour, not wanting it to end
reading again to re-taste the experience.
Let them write about why they devoured something
and when they didn’t love its flavour.
Let them explore everything to do with that world
beyond the words on the page;
often there’s another layer hidden beneath
and for each person that layer is unique,
based on their taste buds,
which mature over time,
coming back to old favourites
and trying the one spat out at five,
to discover it tastes different at thirty.
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Y is for… Your story too
In this world we often feel alone and until we hear other people’s stories we might continue to feel that way.
I have spoken to a number of PhD students and soon began to realise that my sense of confusion in trying to determine my direction was not completely unique.
Today I attended the PGR conference (Post Graduate Researcher) at work and presented my poster – I shared the abstract for it in my B post and below is how it looks printed in the abstract booklet.
The graduate school offered to print the posters but for one reason or another I didn’t manage to get my poem ready on time. I decided to ask if I could be a little more creative with my poster – go old school and hand make it. I was a little anxious about doing so but thankfully I had positive feedback, including a mention by the keynote speaker who was talking about public engagement. So I’ve decided to share it here with you in the hopes that you might recognise aspects of the story and not feel so alone. Scroll down for a brief review of the process of making it if you are interested (click on the image to zoom in).
The poster is made from four pieces of A3 watercolour paper hole-punched and knitted together with wool (with extra tape on the back). This symbolised the bringing together of lots of ideas into a whole. The title indicated the format, circles (in purple pastel mixed with water and lavender acrylic) with square 1 in the middle. Blackness shows the frustration. The fact that I used gold paint made me use the image of prospecting in the poem. The circles didn’t quite reach to the edge on the left hand side so I made a gold ‘book spine’ for my circular PhD story.
When I cut out the lines of the poem there were too many to fit in single lines so I grouped them. Most are in the top half of the circle symbolising the period of confusion start on the outer circle, read the top line and the line below – move round that circle and then back to the next circle).
I decided to spread the rest out at the bottom – as I started to see the light and find my direction.
Looking at the poem itself I had fun especially when talking about the different methodologies I’ve explored. I also used the bookish links because of my creative writing topic focus.
It’s not perfect but I think it reflects how I was feeling at the time – I also enjoyed playing with the glue gun and laminator.
Just one more post left to go on Zen and the Art of Writing.
So does any of this resonate as your story too?