Exploring Vicki's creative juices
Exploring Vicki's creative juices
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 …
A red squirrel spies a green acorn among the oak leaves He hurries to hide it in his winter stash. A big, brown bear claws a silvery, slithering salmon From the churning waters of a mountain stream. A jumping jack Russell dashes across the lawn in delight And returns with his favourite chew toy between …
My gnarled and twisted features Mark the seasons of the year, When my branches shoot and bud Then you know that spring is near. And as the weather grows warmer So, my leaves unfurl and shine With the glossy, deep green beauty Of this foliage of mine. My ‘fruit’ grows in tiny, perfect cups, …
‘Neigh’, says Mr Horse, ‘Where’s the nearest racing course?’ ‘Ooh, ooh, aah aah,’ says Mr Monkey, These banana splits are really funky. ‘Moooo’ says Mrs Cow, ‘Can someone come and milk me now?’ ‘Snap snap’ says Mr Alligator, ‘I think I’d like to eat you later.’ ‘Baa, baa’ says Mr Sheep, ‘Has anybody seen Bo …