Creative Sprint #Days 7 & 8

Day 7 - Sincerest form of flattery - a hasty but sincere homage to Monet's Lilies



Day 8 - Mirror Mirror - artwork from the bathroom cabinet - in nail varnish :)

#CreativeSprint Day 6 - Palindromes

Palindromes

These palindromes are causing pandemonium

Words are reversing backwards

And rotating forwards 

Gulping their tails like endless serpents

As meanings revolve back and forth 

Dammit I’m mad!

Goddam mad dog

Gods a dog!

Go deliver a dare, mad dog!

Mirror mirror in the scrawl

I can’t make sense of you at all! 

#CreativeSprint Day 5 - Homage to Teachers

Homage to Teachers

Blessed are the dream catchers

The people who stop dreams 

Slipping through uncertain fingertips

Or dissolving in a tide of ‘I can’ts’

Blessed are the 

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hispers that ride

The crest of waves and the tickle

Of breezes with their intuitive promptings 

To remember and act upon our dreams

Blessed are the teachers in this kaleidoscopic life 

Found in everything and every being -

From the mad wisdom of a crazed sage

To the gurgle of a newborn baby

Blessed are the reminders we can learn to read - 

The moment to moment signals and pointers 

That teach us to stay still long enough

To listen to the call of our dreams

#CreativeSprint Day 4 - Plastic Fantastic

#CreativeSprint Day 3 - Odd Bedfellows

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Odd Bedfellows

At the end of each extreme

There is a melting meeting point -

Evaporating Water in hot places  

Makes firey mist of elemental division.

So how would it be to de-polarise

The dualistically trained Western mind

And get out of the boxes and boundaries

Into a wider sense of being?

Not simply morse code marking 1-0

Mathematics would explode in multiple connections 

Humanity would welcome its vibrant diversity

In mesmerising spectrums of infinite capacity 

And then we two odd bedfellows

And so many like us 

Might better understand our interface

As love rather than warfare 

#CreativeSprint Day 2 - What's in a name? - Katherine

Katherine

She broke the wheel

And spun her way through

The debates of cruel men.

Her eloquence turned heads

Rotating the minds of scholars,

Royalty and pilgrims alike.

She commanded hearts

From her faith’s centre

And lost her head for love.

She broke the wheel,

Spokes of silence became

Spirals of singing light at her touch.

She broke the mould

And breaks cold November nights
With a crackle of sparkling lights.

For Catherine of Alexandria

#CreativeSprint1 - In the Palm of My Hand