I look outside
My screened in window
If I angle it right
The houses that surround me
Will disappear out of sight
Leaving me with only
A precious veiw of sky and trees
A breeze pushes the gum tops aimlessly
Amongst the sky of rain clouds floating free.
Dispersed amoungst the rain clouds
Scattered patches of blue do fight
And the sun lights up the cloud tops
The ones that are in sight.
It is a day of rainy sunshine
Isolated dumping drops
And then the sun will warm the ground
Humidity will be in the tops
It is a last day of summer
Two months into our autumn season
Temps are still right up there hot
This day of rainy sunshine
So typical of my sub tropics
Prevents me mowing the growing lawn
Wet grass that barely dries
Before the next down fall of rain
Comes from the sunny sky.
I have a shameful secret
Writing I do just great
But editing is not my strength
I’d rather eat a gate!
I have a novel
Mostly finished
It’s sat for a month shy of the year
Not because I don’t like it
But because I have to edit
And that’s something that I hate!
So I declare old April
Is the month I sit
And get that bloody book done
Not let it sit and sit and sit.
Not as fun as Easter Hunts
But infinitely more beneficial
Is the famed of old Job Hunt
Resume
Check
Contact details correct
Print out what must be a thousand copies.
Walk the streets
Routine down pat
Get in to see the manager
Say your greeting
Push your speil
Hand over that pristine resume
Then out the door
Hope for the next one
Endlessly walking
Endlessly talking
On the hunt to get the first job.
Chopping, churning,
Tossing swells
Ploughing through the waves
This way, that way
Water crashing
Siderails slippery when wet
Sloshing water on the deck
Hold on tight, we are a leaning
Push past the waves
Push along the swell
Past the last channel marker
Out to sea
Face swell head on
Bow up
Crash down
Bow up
Repeat
Travelling through the ocean waves
Now we are past Mooloolaba Spit.
Writing should not be a formula
Writing should be freedom.
So why can you analyse,
Mathematically ?
Why can you predict the plot?
Why does formula sell so well?
Why do we all seem to want,
The hero or heroine
The villian reluctant or not
A plot where evil will be overcome?
Each formula starts off
A simple war
A simple relic
The next book
A saga greater
Then somehow someone
Saves a universe
A few faithful friends to help out.
As for the romance
Boy meets girl
Ocassionally now we meet same gender
But argument, problem, a drama ensues
Solved by the last chapter
Its what we all do.
Does originallity exist
Or are there too many options
to create unique?
Life is an exploration
Waiting for us each day
There’s something as simple as the weather
To as changing as the day
You might think you have it all mapped out
What road you are going to take
But wham you are side swiped now
A detour or new road is at stake
Do you try resolutely
To get back on the path
Or do you accept gracefully
A new event in your daily life?
Life is about exploring
About packing so much in
For some life is a gentle journey
A ramble through a graceful park
Others have a varying race track
That they speed along at mach.
There is nothing more perfect
Than exploring life at your own pace
The hare or the tortise
Life is your journey
Complete it how you chose
But don’t forget to take
A path off your track, or two!
My world is in a state of flux
Sideswiped by opportunity.
An unforseen job came up
It stole my unwavering certainty
So now I wonder what to do?
Do I stay or go or make the most of the two?
How do I work out my future study?
Where do I go, which path to take?
Should I leap into the unknown?
Should I take the most common path?
And for those who truely know me
The answer has just been found.
Hands fly
Soundlessly creating
Wool slips
Through nimble fingers
Hook manipulating
Treble, chain and then again
Turn and start a fresh
Oops mistake
What to make
I can hide that
Row after row
Four balls later
Scarf
Long
Wide
Warm
Alpacha
What a pleasure to use
Finished now
But what to do?
I live in the tropics
I have no need of you!
I always wonder how
A child can loose themselves
Work too hard
Or child too lazy
So many years of educating
With 3 years left
And just a little time
This child is working
Way behind
What can be done
What to do
Years of helplessness
To undo
I wish the answers
Were easy to find
But I suspect
If answers were easy
This child’s solution
would have already been found
But for now
What to do
How to get this child through?
