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Fun guy – TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge

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mushroom box hiding

in the dark airing cupboard

white orbs float in space

 

caps like velvet hats

silky texture makes me smile

squeak as I bite you

 

This week, the gorgeous TJ has invited us to waxy lyrical, Haiku style, on mushrooms. I really, really, really like mushrooms. I like them so much, I eat them raw – which many of my friends and acquaintances think is a little odd! Is it really?

Anyway, here’s my weekly offering. There always seemed to be a mushroom box on the go in our airing cupboard when I was growing up and I loved peeking into the gloom to spot the first white globes peeking through the inky black compost.

I hope you take the time to hop on over to TJ’s blog and read all the tasty poetry – and take part if you feel the urge!

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Art – # SoCS July 30/16

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Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao

I heard someone say today that true art is something that has no other purpose than to be ‘art’. It should not be functional, it should not have any use other than to be what it is. Quite by coincidence, I then read a few hours later, an online discussion about the same issue.

I’m not sure whether I agree – my internal jury is still out on that one. There have some been some truly beautiful creations that I have admired and considered to be art, but they also have a function – for example, the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao (just a one-off example, and an insight into at least one thing that I really appreciate).

Maybe my consideration of what is art is misaligned, or perhaps even uneducated. Or perhaps it means I’m not an art snob, who knows?!

All I know is that I truly enjoy creating art, not only with with words but also with paint, pastel, pen, ink, pens… the list is endless. I enjoy the process, sometimes even more than the end result (depending on whether I am happy with it or not!).

What do you think?

 

Today, the lovely Linda asks to write a stream of consciousness post on ‘art’ – a subject close to my heart. Why not head on over to her blog, read other writers’ thoughts and even take part yourself?

Consume – dVerse Poetics

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light,

brilliant, headache-inducing light,

piercing my retinas

until they disintegrate, are no more

than piles of ash on the floor at my flailing feet.

Words and pictures,

boxes, packets, cartons, bottles,

clothed in all the colours of the rainbow

– if a rainbow were acid yellow, puce and lime green.

I can hear the groaning

as shelves bow under the weight of all the produce

that we simply must buy

otherwise our lives are meaningless, somehow.

I hover in the doorway as the glass partitions slide

back and forth

moved by invisible hands.

The devil’s work.

 

Get me out of this hell (that others call a supermarket)

I want to go home.

 

I’m a little late to the party, after a heavy day yesterday, when all I wanted to do was put my feet up and drink coffee. Yesterday was Poetics night over at dVerse, where our genial host, Walt, invited us to write on ‘too much’ drought, deluge, literal or metaphorical.

Anyone who knows me, knows I hate supermarkets these days. All that ‘stuff’ piled high, all those ‘special offers’ all that price-matching and BOGOF’ offers. Ugh, it drives me to distraction. I find it utterly overwhelming and I have no patience for it. A deluge of consumerism at its worst.

What kind of drought or deluge have you in your life? Why not share it with the dVerse community – or just hop on over for a good old read?