Feeling Out Loud
I heard this term on a podcast and it intrigued me. Now I have a term for something I have always known - that humans are meaning makers, and that making meaning and communicating it to others is the essence of being human. Something that is so much hard to do from lockdown. Homo Significans … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #57 / Homo Significans
An ode to being kid free, which is a rare delight during lockdown. The Sound of Silence can you hear it? the clock tick tock tick clockand my breath a bird, nestingnestling bird in the hedgeand my breath can you hear it? the sun beamsdreamy sun streaming in the dust motes dancingto the garfunkling soundof … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #56 / The Sound of Silence
Any one else getting a little queasy with 2021? The Lock Down Roller Coaster We pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off again, smaller, diminished
I’m in regional Victoria so we’ll be out of lockdown tomorrow. Unfortunately my body doesn’t know the difference between good changes and bad ones. The News Is Good my lungs are permanently inflatedand I’m ready to run staking out the high groundmeerkat movementsmy eyes playing dartsphone filling with silent alarmsklaxons resoundingI heard, I already heardI … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #54 / The News Is Good
Today, I feel fragile and have been using writing and art to calm me. This poem comes from how I described the panic attack to my mother. Last night at about 1am I had a panic attack. It’s not the first time I’ve experienced it, so I was able to recognise it and call for … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #52 / Free Fall
Ding Ding Ding! With entry into Lockdown 5, I've racked up 50 Pandemic Poems. It's not a prize I'm happy about winning. This poem has been bubbling in my brain and dancing across my notebook for a month or so. I wanted to capture the feeling of being a "gambler" when in a manipulative/abusive relationship, … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #50 / The Gambler
Lockdown number 4 for Victoria and I'm breathing new life into my Pandemic Poetry series, out of necessity more than anything else. It was always a series that was born out of catharsis and this lockdown has hit me particularly hard. Thank goodness for poetry. Just Mum The day-by-day invitational commentary play-by-play draws me away … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #49 / Just Mum
I liked this prompt from The Dirty Thirty challenge but it took me a few days to write the poem. The prompt was to write an uplifting piece to your younger self. I see you thensitting on the edge of your dorm room bedlooking at a gallery of postcards and picturespiecing together an identity on … Continue reading Dirty Thirty Day 25 / You But Me
It's been a while since one of The Dirty Thirty prompts really clicked with me. This one was obvious - the zombie apocalypse is parenting in the school holidays of course. ZOMBIFIED I see my arms reaching out as I shuffle through the houseGroaning at the kidsThere’s a dull ache in my skull cavityTime was … Continue reading Dirty Thirty Day 23 / Zombified