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Themes periodically pop up in my work which can be a reflection/mirror of what’s going on consciously or below the waters; both in my life and the human collective… so I thought this month i might focus on that. My hope is that you might enjoy, be inspired or by it getting your blood boiling! I am also doing collaborative works with others artists which is very exciting…
Prayers for the dead.
The robber came into my house
He stripped me of myself
Clothes on or off
It matters not
It is who I was I mourn;
From what I’m told, for I have forgotten.
I periodically get a glimmer
But I am no longer truly she.
I only see;
A Moth eaten gossamer,
Cliché yet my grasp flimsy at best…
My Star sign proudly proclaims;
Good memory, complex, clever, self –reliant,
With the capacity of a gnat I can barely multi-task.
Yet I hold to brave and loyal
Though I may have forgotten who and what
The feelings’ still remain
In my bones
My heart and soul
I remember you
I promise to be good…really
There’s an elephant in the room
Yeah I know…
But I mean it!
Now in my heart of hearts I kinda know that’s impossible
But it’s there all the same!
Fists in eyes
I rub ‘til I see stars
Great now the critter’s lit with fireworks!
Not that he seems fussed…
Trying to explain that I’d rather he’d return from whence he came
So I ask him ever so polite like to leave…
Either he’s deaf or I don’t speak elephant
‘Cause a day or two pass and nothing’s changed.
Now I was told by Certain Authority that MADNESS IS JUST A STATE OF MIND
Well here’s the thing;
I’m in this room with people glancing at me sideways
What’s the fuss I WANT TO KNOW!
Sniffing under my arms… no BO
Oh oh I‘m a Drongo
They think I’m the elephant
They’re all bonkers
Try as he might
The answer eluded him
Word for word
On his death-bed
Reflection became the past-time
His life littered with
Failure to engage
Regret ached throughout his tired body
In a heartbeat the connection to life was finally made…
The rage settles squarely in the gut
Like a lump of lard; rancid
Closing my eyes in denial; all I see is red
Mouth a rent where no sound escapes
I am empty of all that is good
The sense of loss profound
And so it is
The ache of tomorrow reverberates
The touch of the infinite
A slipstream through the subconscious
The settling completes
Taking in the noon
My images, art works and writing are unfiltered or edited. i just shoot the photos, apply the medium and the words come from somewhere inside without much if any thought or consideration…
My desire is that they might effect someone in a positive way
A footnote… I’ve explored PS with cars…!
A Poetry Tribute To Rabbi Fred Morgan Publication
Featured member; Australian Women Photographers
Theme Thursday-Feature Friday Group Avatar of the fortnight. Featured Member.
The absolute winner of the title Most featured artist at RIBW 2011 and 2012 goes to… su2anne !!
Featured Member for September 2011 ; Architecture and Street" Art.
!Featured Groups; “The World As We See It, or as we missed it.”!
!"Everyday Women.’ “International Women’s Photography.” “Tell It Like It Is.”!