My friend Jenny came second in the Optifine 1.8.3 Poetry Slam finals. Dusky vanishing point skype hope you like it. Congratulations to both women poets who will now enter the Australian national finals. A songbird is a bird that produces musical sounds which are like singing, according to the Webster dictionary.
I can confidently say this after listening to her at a lunch table last week in Brisbane, reciting one of her poems about the world we live in. I share the love of birds with Jenny, but she takes her love for these feathered creatures to another level where she stalks them in the swamps and photographs them — then writes poetry about them. Jenny also writes serious poetry about life, the environment and politics.
I met Jenny dusky vanishing point skype week ago in Brisbane through a dear friend Dr Susan Cochrane, an arts curator and a writer. In the Blue Mountains dusky vanishing point skype, she will be featuring her bird photography and poetry.
Another artist dusky vanishing point skype in the botanic show, is Orly Faya. She is one of 20 finalists. Below this story Jenny has kindly allowed me to feature one of her bird photographs and the poem she wrote for this bird — an Australian robin.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Take us to another place where vines entwine the heart correcting misconceptions through the first and final art. Untwine entrenched surrender feel the struggle to betray the very chains that bind us as a Robin says: A wrinkled dusky pink sheet cradles a flowered meri blouse, a laplap and a bible — a word or two in the bible is for me, she echoes…. The large elephant leaves of pumpkin spreads and sprout golden flowers — a promise for more food. All her bilums featured here were sold before she left Brisbane for Papua New Guinea.
This poem is dedicated to all Papua New Guinean writers; fighting to find their voice in the literary world.
To my readers, if you can relate to this poem and it applies to how you feel at this moment, then it is for you too. As the graphite glistens like a medieval etching on stone, the crisp white paper grows pictures. The art dances and the images come together and get close in a circle.
But, as the three characters get closer during the shading, the storyteller accidentally gives the mother a tear. Another tear is added deliberately for balance. Then the storyteller gives the girl a tear, somewhat reluctantly.
She works faster as tears stream down her face. She begins dusky vanishing point skype shade around the three characters. She cannot separate them. The storyteller is pulled into the circle, to the three characters.
There is no separation. It is the law of nature. It is the law of memory and love. It is the law of characters that we love. Share this: Like this: Like Loading Tribalmystic is storytelling about people, places, and things that have extraordinary stories.
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