7 poems and more dialogue

Yes I did get to my 7 poems and more. I will try another concerted poetry week again. I learn that if I apply myself after a couple of tries, I come to one that sings , yes!

This week I took a dialogue workshop for the local Writers' group for two hours on Monday evening. You know the adage that teaching helps you learn more- it does! It has a way of defining those nebulous thoughts and concepts into practical examples for others to learn.

We talked about purposes for dialogue:
- emotion
-character development
-plot development
-pace
-intrigue
We looked at examples from different genres and tag lines- he chided, she blurted etc were out- body language the big revealing secret.
It was a fun night and reminded me how much I love to teach (and to learn).

My own poetry week

Yes I'm having a poetry week- well early in the morning after my walk, my Bible study, I write a poem- it might take a few word exercises to really push that wonderful creative synapses to occur, but it does. I am left with with a poem suitable for a Lit magazine or a children's poem.
I have a multitude of text books to dip into- one that is working at the moment is jotting down snatches of what is happening in your inner life and then observe the outer life. Mesh some lines, thoughts together and the poem will flow.

I am so happy to have written- just for me, it makes the day sure to sparkle and by the end of the week- I should have seven new poems.

I saw a black glove as if
just unhanded, one finger pointing
others elegantly knuckled (but dew-kissed)
on side of bitumen road...

fireworks, madison

At the end of the cycling madison held in Bendigo at March, is the fireworks. I love them. So clever.

Hot hot summer

On a hot summer's day, here is the line up to view The Golden Age of Couture Paris & London 1947-57, staged at the Bendigo Art Gallery. An art gallery always has such incredible vibes for me to just sit and write. I loved the ooze of style, the flamboyant sketches of the designers and the minute sewing of embellishments by the dress makers. Of course one would need a gala occasion and a gala figure to wear such garments, but I heard many a spectator, murmuring, wish fashion could be like this again.
It can: in a poem, a story, a memory.

wings of poetry

I found this one wing under a pile of dry gum leaves. It glistened. What fabulous shimmer of flight. I had to bring it inside. A treasure. Maybe what a writer needs is still that childhood delight of finding something so unexpected, so precious, waiting for the finder's map of discovery. A poem will come.

heat wave, pre bushfire

Only a day before the raging fires of Saturday 7th of February. These magpies are like a temperature gauge. They cluster along the front verandah with beaks open gasping in 40+ heat. We put a dish of water out and wonder what other cooling strategies are employed by other birds.

diary of the natural world

I've had this diary for awhile now- probably garnered second hand- but I love the possibilities it presents. To explore the natural world however minute, around me.
And to start yet another diary- not sure if I can keep another diary of sorts, but it trains my skills of observation even more and these are the natural tools of a poet.