Exploring Vicki's creative juices
Exploring Vicki's creative juices
Spick and span, neat and tidy, Pots and pans in ordered rows, Dishcloths and tea towels hung on the airer. The ever-ready tea tray Focal point of the daily routine With full cream milk Waiting at room temperature Protected by its beaded, lacy cover. The pervasive aroma of freshly boiled greens or Roasted …
An admirable quality, if there ever was one Is faith in things which can’t possibly be done The improbably, the unlikely, the hard to achieve Can sometimes be pulled off without too much upheave, But the truly preposterous, the incredible stuff – well To accomplish the impossible seems unbelievably tough. Those mountainous obstacles, which …
What are the uses of sorrow you say? It just makes you sad, it can ruin your day. It makes things seem gloomy, it makes you feel blue As if your problems are many and your pleasures are few. It can fill you with heartache and pain and despair Till you feel not a …
A heart that’s like a child Will never fear the worst, It thrives on dreams and happiness And putting others first. It does not bear long grudges Neither keep a jealous eye, Nor rejoice in other’s downfall, Nor gossip, poke or pry. It is filled up with excitement Bubbling with hope, It does …
What sort of poems would I most need? Aha, an interesting question indeed. Ones which uplift, encourage, inspire? Ones perfectly crafted, or ones which are dire? Ones about nature, the world all around, Where colours and glorious images abound. Ones about hardship, blackness and sorrow, Solitude, suffering, no hope for the morrow, Or …
Have you ever noticed our desire to create? To produce, develop, and fabricate, To compose, to invent, to design To construct, develop and refine… It might be a painting, a poem, a book, Perhaps a new dish that you’ve chosen to cook. It could be a carving, a fine piece of wood, Or a …
Opposites attract they say The chalk and cheese; the night and day Place them together, and sparks may fly As eyes they lock and souls they sigh Over that instant click of profound connection Which will grow into deep mutual affection. They consider each other, prodding, sizing And almost in surprise, begin realizing That …
What is the colour of noise? Is it the rushing, bubbling blue of the stream as it tumbles over pebbles and boulders? Is it the dismal grey chug-chug of lorry’s exhaust? Or the sizzling smoke of an overheated engine? Is it the metallic silver of a computer processor? The hum of a CD preparing …
Lift the lid of that happy thought And joy and enthusiasm come bubbling from below. Open the door to that new idea And creativity and imagination begin to flow. Pave the way for that dream still unfulfilled And goals and projects tumble into view. Press the trigger for that surprise event And excitement and …