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Pain Can Be Inspirational!

In my Haliburton School of Art, Creative Writing course, Catherine Graham presented the idea of creating characters, plots etc from inanimate objects.  At the time my knees were twinged with pain from the damp morning air.  My knees were speaking to me and as they spoke I thought of those two TD Bank  Commercial old guys sitting at a park bench kvetching about life in general. So my knees became two griping old men.  I then thought about writing this as a play.   I called it Kneel and Bent ; A Play .

Now I am thinking about creating vignette plays of many of my body parts.  I think this could be very humorous, perhaps sad, erotic, beautiful? and very challenging to get in the psyche of a body part.  Your nose for instance…two nostrils, septum, olfactory senses …nose with an allergy…smelling something pleasant, unpleasant, sneezes could be orgasms for the nose… What parts would the be involved in a sneeze…brain, lungs, vocal chords …challenging indeed.  There needs to be a bit of dissection a bit of cutting a body part away from its connective tissue and elements in order to have it take on a character.

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A Good Beginning

I eat oatmeal for breakfast.  Not that I particularly love oatmeal.  It’s habit—and my Grandfather.

“First meal of the day should stick to your ribs,”  he’d say. “Sugar? No. It’s poison! Stay away from that stuff.”

Oatmeal is bland and good for me.  What was Mother Nature trying to achieve by giving me taste buds for not -good-for -me delicious foods like chocolate ice cream or sizzling steak dripping with fat? The outrage!  I just wished that bland, green and fishy appealed more to me than sweet, fat and salty.  Grandfather often said Mother Nature had her cruel side as a matter of necessity. I want to break free from necessity. One morning sans guilt, I will frivolously order a Sausage Egg McGriddle and Mango Chiller in the drive-thru.

One day; not today.  Necessity demands that today  I sit alone at my kitchen table swallowing the last bit of gruel that sticks not only to my ribs but cements me in a life of doing what is good for me.

 

 

XII Ways of Experiencing Time

I.

Time

Foretold

A childish game of chance

With a roll of the dice

Your fortunes are blessed by ladders

And cursed by serpents.

II.

Time

Endless

The youthful day warming in radiant beams of energy

Prickly green blades tickling bare feet

Bumblebees buzzing their Honey Symphony

Serenading Mother’s enchanted roses

Who surrender sweet intoxicating potions to spellbound noses.

III.

Time

Suspended

Swaying in protective arms

Gazing up into dark hazel eyes

Gold flecks sparking lightning bolts of recognition

My soul mate.

IV.

Time

Snapping

At my hooves

Forcing me forward in unwanted directions.

Fearing the stabbing pain of its teeth.

 V.

Time

Running out

A warrior worn from a cancerous battle

Lays down his sword of strength and shield of will

“I just want to have a nice long nap”

Turning out the light with a kiss.

Goodnight Daddy.

 VI.

Time

Endured

Pointless wandering loss in dank underground blackness

Blind, cut off, suffocating

Familial miners digging for the healing surface

Knocking on walls. Can you hear our pain?

VII.

Time

Expanding

Encompassing all that was, is, and shall be

Existential thoughts, memories, and wishes of a lifetime

Will it burst?

VIII.

Time

Flies

Soaring in misty cloaks of imagination

Cresting mountains of creation

Swooping down valleys of lessons learned

Gliding over glistening waters of wisdom

Migrating across vast memories

In moments.

IX.

Time

Late

For class

Again!

Horseshoe Lake Road trapping the distracted traveller

In its deceptive web

Sucking out the life force from her best laid plans.

X.

Time

Flashes

Colourful images painted in bits of black

Ebony lines undulating laughter, fear, loathing, and fantasy

Across an undefined white

Whispering dreams into countless possibilities.

XI.

Time

Wasted

Fighting what is immutable.

Forcing what was not meant for you.

Failing to accept your flaws.

XII.

Time

Saved

By green lights of passion

All the way to your ultimate destiny.

Love.

Creative Writing in Haliburton School of Arts, Ontario

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Heather Lodge in Haliburton Highlands, Ontario

I just completed an exhilarating and intensive week of creative writing with an amazing group of creative writers from all over Ontario under the instruction of Catherine Graham, published poet in Canada and the UK. We received inspirational instruction  in the mornings and were given 90 minutes to create a piece to share in writer’s workshop.  I created 5 creative writing pieces that focussed on a good beginning, character development, dialogue, monologue and finally a poem..  I stayed at the wonderful Heather Lodge near Minden. The hosts Aaron and Connie were very kind and accommodating to my dietary needs. The beautiful scenery of the Haliburton Highlands with its multiple lakes, white water rapids, wildlife and verdant hills was perfect for delivering a creative ambiance in which to write. I will post my creative writing pieces now revised and edited with the advice of workshop members and Catherine Graham. I hope you enjoy them.