I have a Pinterest Board dedicated to the poems of Erin Hanson, a young and very talented Australian poet. Whenever I come across one of her poems (she signs off as “e.h” or The Poetic Underground), I always save it to my Pinterest board.
Today I’d like to share one of Erin’s poems with you all.
We seem to forget so easily that what we do is not who we are. Neither are we what Society declares us to be. We get stuck in a rut because people, or circumstances put us there, and we foolishly believe that this is our lot for the rest of our lives. And, like fools, we act out the scenario and in our minds, it becomes real.
Our friends and relatives are careful to play along, to cement the thought in our mind that this is it, this is how it is and how it will always be. For they too, slumber under the same dreamscape.
But the truth is, it’s all a game, a shadow play, a charade. It’s not real. We All have the ability to change our future, to change our lives, simply by changing our thoughts. By aligning our thoughts with what we want, rather than with what we Don’t want, we CAN change our destiny. After all, aren’t we the Captain of our own Ship?
I’ve been admiring the poems of young talent Erin Hanson, who writes as “e.h” aka “The Poetic Underground”. And I came across this one, which resonates strongly with me and is also a very relevant lesson that everyone should heed.
Remember, the next time you come across one of those New Age, Bohemian, Free Spirit, Rebel, Renegade types: not all who wander are lost. Maybe, just maybe, these folks have found themselves, and are enjoying and appreciating everything The Universe has to offer. And instead of looking at them with pity or scorn, try looking at them with fresh eyes.
(Image source: Google Images)
I served the papers on him today
This marks the beginning of the end
The journey has taken 6 years
And 1 day to be exact
To get to this point
But the light at the end of the tunnel
Is definitely Not an oncoming train
It’s definitely the Light to Freedom
An Opportunity to begin afresh
A new life
A Chance to live on my own terms
His only response was
“How do you feel about it?”
And my reply was Honest,
Truthful and To The Point:
“It doesn’t matter how I feel.
Because if it did, we wouldn’t
Be having this conversation”.
He should have thought about that
Before he decided to break his vows
12.12.2010 – 13.12.2016
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This is where I am now
At the precipice yet again
Knocked on doors til my fingers bled
But the ones who were not blind
Turned their eyes away
And the ones who were not deaf
Clapped their hands over their ears
And so I’ll have to Leap
And grow Wings on the way down
And rise again out of the ashes
Like the Phoenix that I am
(Poem by AlyZen Moonshadow)
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I had the notion to try sewing a “Kantha” scarf/wall hanging/table runner using only white embroidery thread. I wanted to see if the resulting finished product would have as much visual impact as one sewn using many colours of thread.
This is the result, and I must say I found it rather cathartic to not have to plan ahead with colours. It’s very like my current circumstances – having no money makes you think twice about rushing into making any impulse purchases, and whittles down your choices. Having only one embroidery thread colour to use restricts your impulse to go wild with colour, and lets you concentrate on your stitches.
Here’s the finished product. The first 2 photos are of the front, the 3rd shows what the background fabric is (a pillowcase):
This scarf is very flowery indeed, and reminds me of a garden. That, coupled with the snow flake effect of the white running stitches, gave me cause to write this Haiku:
Snow flakes on flowers
Blanket their winter slumber
Spring is still a dream
The silent sound
Of doors slamming
One after the other
That word is so familiar now
It’s my daily litany
I wonder what is wrong with me
Maybe it’s not me but the world
Maybe the world really
Doesn’t give a damn
Maybe it’s damned
Familiar faces turn away
Friends fall by the wayside
Everyone is safe
Safe inside their houses
So why should they care
About someone knocking
On their door?
Just ignore it, pretend you’re out
And it will go away
Maybe all those “No”s
Are signposts to a better “Yes”
“I AM BORO”
A Japanese word meaning
Patched, mended, scraps of cloth
Too good to be thrown away
Orphaned from their parents
Because they’ve changed too much
Worn and weary
Nevertheless far from useless
Put together in other ways
Joined with other rags
By a common thread
Take this thread and run with it
Beauty and composure regained
What was once outcast
Is now revered and honoured
Respected and coveted
By those who comprehend
The story of the Phoenix
Rising from the ashes
I am Boro
I wear the scars and patches
The sweat and tears
I wear them with humble pride.
(Photo of Boro scarf found on Pinterest. This one has particular meaning to me)
3 Nov 2016
4 days to go, before Halloween. And here are 2 more images I created. Enjoy!
I remember as a child, there were always bats in the roof space of out house in Malaysia. They’d fly out in the evenings and go whirling about the place. I thought bats had cute dog-like faces, but was terrified of getting one tangled up in my hair. So whenever I spotted one flying about, I’d duck if it swooped near. I’ve only seen a bat up close once in real life, and their wings are simply amazing.
I just started a Pinterest Board dedicated to Words and their definitions. I love some words more than others, especially the more onomatopoeic ones (haha, I’ve always wanted to use that particular word but somehow never had the right context to, until just now). Others I love for how they roll off the tongue, and some conjure up images in my mind that are not necessarily linked to their actual meaning. Many are not even in English.
Anyway, here are just some of my favourites. If you’re hungry for more, take a look at my Pinterest board, it’s called “For The Love Of Words“.
22nd August 2016. 8:30pm Western Australia time. My teenage son Jack and I are out in the park around the corner from our house. Shelagh has been playing Fetch with her glow-in-the-dark ball, Scruffy has enjoyed his time snuffling around and checking his pee-mail on all the tree trunks.
We are in mid-conversation deploring the current state of Humanity, having just watched Keanu Reeves and Jennifer Connelly (2 actors who never seem to age, coincidentally) in the movie “The Day The Earth Stood Still” (2008). Jack is just joking that the only good things to have come out of Humanity were Pizza and Chocolate. And I’m just saying that for all we know, there are planets out there where pizzas taste like chocolate, or chocolates taste like pizza. And Jack is suggesting double-decker pizzas, when all of a sudden I notice a bright shooting star streaking across the night sky right above our heads.
I clutch at Jack’s arm and we both stare in awe at the shooting star. I’m so intent on telling Jack to make a wish upon the star, that I don’t have time to form a wish in my own head, before the shooting star vanishes.
But the Universe already knows my fondest wish, and will conspire to help me on my path towards making it a reality. And I hope that slowly but surely I will move out of this Limbo that we’re currently in (or as Jack calls it – “Stasis”), and we’ll be able to move forward again towards our goal.
I wrote this very short poem, and created the graphic as well, to commemorate this auspicious day. (It also happens to be my dearest neighbour Diane Thomson’s 76th birthday).