The words “Communication” and “Community” both share the Latin base word “Communis” but the two couldn’t be further apart than when people over-use their cell phones. Conversation over the dinner table is lost when FOMO rules and attention is given to WhatsApp and not what is happening in real time around you. Enslaved by our own marvellous technology, are we out-sourcing Community? Will there come a time in the not too distant future when we simply no longer know how to talk to one another without an interface of some kind? We are already raising a generation, a large number of whom do not know how to entertain themselves without a screen of some kind.
Air rushes, cool, fresh
I fly, bird-like, not earth-bound
Swinging, child again.
Dark chocolate, perfume and roses – perfect birthday gifts!
Its that time of year when all the things that usually occupy my time are temporarily suspended. Free time…but it’s too hot to work in the garden for very long.
So I’m having some fun playing with poetry shapes – Reverse poems, haiku, lantern poems, mirror poems…
Below is my first attempt at a lantern poem.
The lantern is a short shape poem from Japan describing a specific one syllable noun, such as a feeling, a thing, or an abstract idea. The lantern poem takes the form of a hanging lantern, going from short to wider as the poem goes on, and then becoming short again in the final line. The purpose of the lantern poem is to illuminate the subject and re-imagine or personalize it for the reader, not just to simply define it.
Sweat beads form
Sticky damp skin
Swoop and shriek,
“Here! Here! Eat! Eat!”
Black and yellow honeyeaters
Hustle and rustle grevillea blooms.
Tall sky echoes blue iris,
Air is warm, wattle scented.
Another new thing tried, to add to the “Year of being seventy.”
I’ve often looked at people (not just women!) sporting vibrant hair colours – blue, pink, green, red – and thought “I’d like to try a colour like that.” So with the initially reluctant help of my hairdresser, I’m now blue! It’s not as bright as the colour swatch, because I didn’t have any bleaching, just let my natural grey and white hairs soak up as much colour as they wished. So the end result is somewhat subtle… And my hairdresser? She now says “Thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone.”
Another tick on my “Year of Being Seventy” list. The Basilica of the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona is breath-takingly amazing! Photos simply do not do it justice. This is Antoni Gaudi’s master work, but the whole city of Barcelona is full of buildings designed and created by him, and all in the wonderful Art Nouveau style, full of curves, colour, animals , plants birds and Nature in general.
“A straight line belongs to man, a curved line belongs to God” Antoni Gaudi