Time to write some more Haiku for healing. Anyone feel like joining me, just let me know.
He has been writing and performing publicly since the tender age of 8. He has played in a diverse collection of situations, including (but not limited to): punk bands, jazz groups, orchestra, brass bands, outreach programs for charity, solo, and many, many more.
He has performed in: coffee houses, rock clubs, jazz venues, front rooms, concert halls, theatres, and on the street in an ever-growing list of countries.
James: writes, records, mixes, and masters all of his own music in his home studio. His music and writing are now downloaded, listened to, and read in over 170 countries around the globe.
In Jan 2014 he released an independent album of original music. More recently he released: ‘Invocation‘; a single created exclusively with layered acoustic cello and voice.
He believes very strongly in ethical business, and 10% of all profits from his work are donated to a charity which: feeds, houses, clothes and educates orphaned children in Nepal.”
From Robert Okaji’s poetry – O at the Edges where he shares Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food and anything else that slips through the cracks.
The Language of Birds
Something thrown beyond
light: a stone,
words. The language of birds
evades us but for the simplest
measure. And how can we comprehend
those who live with the
wind when our own
bodies seem far away? In the darkness
certain sounds come clearer, as if in
absence one finds strength, the evidence
gathered with every breath. Speech is,
of course, not the answer. We release
what we must, and in turn are released.
Another oldie dug out of a folder. I wrote it for my niece perhaps twenty-five years ago, and don’t believe it was ever published. It feels good to finally release it to the light and air.
Sneaking in like a thief in the night
masked because you came to somewhere
not one to draw attention to yourself
because you picked
who are already so far away from everyone
it’s easy for the media
to forget them.
need to be told
but things happening now
still become hidden history
in a nation too accustomed
convinced she’s a sleeping beauty
and yet sometimes
she’s a sleeping monster.
And just when you think the corner’s turned
well cyclones remind you that the
ink on the changing of the laws
has barely dried
so that’s when the keyboard angels
have to come out and
are the ones who’ll
sound the burglar
tap, tap, tap
remember the Northern Territory
they had a cyclone too.
(c) June Perkins 25/02/2015
For More on Cyclone Lam
Call me and really hear me
Envelope me with your love
Practice patience like God above
Tell me you forgive me often
And all shame will be forgotten
Now I will do the same for you
Cancelling rejection too
Every day this I’ll do, if you will just love me true
© Michelle Sherlock 18/2/15
Writing 201 Challenge: Acrostic, with internal rhyme on the broad theme of trust
Dear Mr Sherlock Holmes,
Did you know how many were going to play you on the big and small screen
and that your reinvention would lead you across time like the Phantom?
Did you have any inkling how universally your story would be shared?
Any at all?
Did you know you would be cast as egotistical yet caring,
brilliant and yet utterly emotionally unintelligent (with a case of aspergers)
and that Watson would be so understanding of your little
foibles and in emotional intelligence often outdo you and through it all
the violin, the fight against addiction and the brilliance would remain?
Did you foresee that your battle with Moriarty might become
a battle of brilliance based mainly on your ego and that Steven Moffat’s and Mark Gattis’s,
imagining of you has you have a ‘mind palace’ that you go in to solve your crimes?
The internal workings of brilliance signified by the’ mind palace’
give the film makers a chance to do imaginative, abstract
and sometimes down right loopy things on screen.
Did you know that the man who inspired you
would also grace the screen, and
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle would be
a factional character in a series called Murder Rooms?
Did you know how cool you would be with technology – texting, GPS and more?
How could you know that your fame would
lead you to dance through time, re-imagined, rewritten,
interpreted, unpacked – and vulnerable to fashion.
How could you see your future in fiction,
in the fandom rewritings
would take hounds and cliff top battles into the realm of legend.
And a television series would send up the whole concept of your fan club.
And play with the concept of multiple endings on one of the crimes.
TV with pick your ending!
Watson’s blog~ What a master stroke!
And you, you have your own blog as well.
Of course it has to be super clever.
Will future generations know you weren’t real, if essential records be lost
and only your blog and Watson’s remain?
Will they rewrite you to tell their stories?
Take you as motif and reinvent you and Watson all over again?
If you know the answers to these questions
and begin answering them,
I’ll know that you will have
taken me into the realm of the fandom.
You will be tempting me to tell your story, but in my case I would want to send
you to North Queensland and see what happens to you there.
Or perhaps I’d encourage you to go there on holiday
and discover some emotional intelligence
to make you worthy of Molly.
However I realise there simply has to be
an irresistible puzzle for
you to solve.
Dr June Perkins,
budding detective of the social condition,
whose mother was an Agatha Christie Fan – who didn’t discover Sherlock until later.
P.S. Yes, it really exists, a blog for John Watson
To visit – John Watson’s Blog
Story on – John Watson’s Blog
Yes, we’re getting to you, you clever boy – Sherlock’s Blog
Marcia, oh Marcia
some panic at the torment you could cause,
but I think you’re just a little sister to
some brothers called Larry and Yasi,
and you might throw a tanty and cause some havoc
but you’re a little sister,
and that makes me relieved.
Marcia, oh Marcia,
stop deciding to get bossy
tough, bigger, fiercer.
Let’s just get this straight.
You don’t need to become a big sister.
I think category 2 was quite enough.
You don’t need to become 3
– seriously the smaller you are the better.
There are so many advantages.
Why not even become a 1.
Marcia, oh Marcia
just remember to not cause too much
damage or disruption as mortals
we just can’t put up with too much of it
although we have proven capacity
we’d rather concentrate on fixing
the problems we create
without having to deal with you.
Marcia, oh Marcia.
Typical, you’re just not listening Marcia.
Isn’t that just the thing that tantruming toddlers
do right at the checkout
where the sweets used to be strategically placed.
Category 4 – Now I’m telling you that is just not on.
You can huff and puff and blow everyone’s houses inside out
sure, but do you really need to do that.
I mean there must be better things for you to do.
There is a lovely ocean view somewhere
without many people around. hint, hint…
Now I don’t want you getting any ideas about heading to
any vulnerable islands, or any other places
not keen for your arrival.
Just go and blow yourself out.
Go on – I dare you.
(c) June Perkins
Links – Cyclone Marcia .