• 100 days of writing,  2012,  haiku,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >A few more haiku

    >This wasn’t what I planned (I’ll do that tomorrow) but it’s what I apparently want to write. These are haiku and I wrote them as stand alone pieces but reading them back through they do seem to work together well. I’m surprised by that as I seem to have a lot of The Stupid today. I might try writing some tanka soon but I’ll need to refresh my memory on the syllable counts of lines four and five first (I think the first three are the same as for haiku) Day 27 of 100. My needs cause angerFor once from others not meThinking it’s my fault Disability differsAs everything else…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  disability,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Own it. Love it.

    >I’m sharing another poem tonight. This is day 20 of 100 days of writing and is a definite example of the words just flowing. Partially inspired by the things to tell yourself at 14 hash tag on twitter. And mostly by the Katie: The Science of Seeing again show that was on tonight. She has an amazing attitude which reminded me of my own when the demon depression isn’t battering me. I was 17 before I started learning those lessons (having been disabled from birth) and it took me several more years to really get it down. Even now at 30 I’m still learning – to accept that I don’t…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >The Process and The Passion

    >Day 19 of 100 days of writing. A poem about writing. I hope it shows how much I really am enjoying this project but at the same time finding it very challenging. The last few days motivation has been the main issue I’ve faced but ideas and inspiration have been lacking at times. This is an issue I hadn’t anticipated. I do think I need to be making more of an effort to find time to write earlier in the day though. The Process and The Passion Words flowIt’s simpleYet slowI feel a bitTenseUntilThey startWriting isMore thanMy artIt’s somethingI hold in myHeartIt relaxesWhen itWorksBut isn’t Without itsQuirksIt can beA bit…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  down,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >The New Black

    >Today I’m not at all sure this 100 days of writing thing was a good idea. I’m also really tired. Which probably accounts for part of it. The whole screwy hormones are screwy thing is probably the other half. Still, 18 days is a huge achievement for me. The New Black Motivation I lackMy mood is suddenly blackOr it might be better to sayIt’s grey.Because I am motivatedA littleAnd my mood is a new kinda blackNot as badAs my 2011Great depressionBut much worseThan recentlyEven earlier todaySo I think I’ll sayThat it’s greyAnd that greyIs the new black. In some ways I wishI could giveDepressionThe sackBut it’s taught meLessons(in factToo manyTo…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  Poetry,  snow,  Uncategorized

    >Snow

    >Day 17 of 100 days of writing I had thought last night that I’d probably end up writing something about numbers today. The number 17 has always been if not my favourite number one I’ve got a thing about. As a teenager playing bingo or other number games at school I’d almost always pick 17. And I longed to be 17 because in my mind that was a great age. That was the age when it would all come together for me. Anyway… I didn’t end up writing about numbers. Mostly because The White Stuff is falling and I wrote about that. Snow CrispWhiteColdBeautiful Snow is fallingAll aroundThe world disappearsJust…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  disability,  down,  friends,  pain,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >I Should Be

    >Day 14 of 100! A bit of bad news and very high pain levels led to an accidental 3 hour nap and my not being my usual self. I Should Be I should be I should be writingI should be sleepingI should be doing the washing.I should be doing my physio.I should be sending emailsExercising, knitting or reading a book. There are many things I should be doingBut I’m not I’m sat hereBack hurtsSpasming musclesAnd spasticityIn my legsLike youWouldn’t believe Bad news hitsMy mood is Sad. But meds meanI’m not in bitsWithout themI’d really be that Bad. My body hurtsOne wayMy mind Another Both conspireTo stop meIn my tracks Suddenly…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  haiku,  Poetry,  Uncategorized,  writing

    >A Few Haiku #poetry #100daysofwriting #haiku #amwriting

    >One of the things I’ve been hoping that will come out of this 100 days of writing project is that I’ll be stretched as a writer. And that’s definitely happening, the daily commitment is tough to maintain. But I’m enjoying it and I think the discipline of it is helping me a lot. I want to be stretched as a writer in other ways though. One of the things I’ve always struggled with is set forms of poetry. And particularly haiku. I get confused by the syllables and knowing how many a word has. I really want to get the hang of it because I think it’s something that could…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Decisions #100daysofwriting #amwriting #poetry

    >I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about various things over the weekend which has inspired this poem. My thinking hasn’t resulted in any real decisions as yet. It seems I can write about them but not make them today. Decisions Definitely Maybe Slowly Quickly Life flashing byInformation hits meComing from all anglesBlink and you’ll miss it Up Down In Out Don’t know what to doInformation overloadThere’s a need to filterBut scared to miss out Today Tomorrow Me You Decisions decisionsChoices aboundReasons for thisReasons for that Yes No Left Right Is it a good idea?Or is it a bad?Too many choicesDrives me mad Forward Back Inside Out Life and deathWorries…

  • 100 days of writing,  2012,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Service #100daysofwriting #customerservice #poetry #amwriting

    >Day 8 of my 100 days of writing. 1 week down, 13 and a bit to go (having just worked that out I’m glad I didn’t do so earlier). Today I have experienced good service. And also some bad service this evening where promises weren’t lived up to. It was very much a no harm, no foul situation but it left me frustrated. This was what I came up with for my writing. I guess you might call it a poem of sorts. Service Smart sensible strong supportive serviceEasy economical eager established everywhere Ready raring responsive revitalising recommendedViable varied valuable vital village-like Isolated instrumental inestimable intense invaluableCaring complex complete clear…

  • One Month Before Heartbreak,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Just Trying

    > I wrote this poem back in 2005 and thought it would be worth fishing out and sharing as a part of One Month Before Heartbreak. I’m just tryingTo be meSo much more thanThe girl they see I might have this thingThey call CPBut that isn’tWhat defines me. I am different from youBut I think I have it bestI need a wheelchair and always will. Now I am differentBut eventuallyYou will beThe same as me. Thanks to the great equaliser called lifeOne day you too will experience this kind of strife When you are oldYou will understand what you’ve been told But for nowI will try and explain it somehow.Yet…