Today I wanted to discuss something that’s been on my mind a bit. And that is the question of: how closely or directly connected are artists to their art? Is an artist’s art a part of them or is it separate? When I’m talking about ‘art’, I’m using the term broadly, because I’m mostly talking…
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Tonight’s wanderings and ponderings
A journal entry | 21/01/2018 | 9:55pm. I’ve always liked the idea of night walks but I don’t like to venture into the darkness alone. I just feel far too alert to be comfortable. But just another presence, even in silence, brings out the calm in the night and tucks most of the unsettled feelings…
Read MoreLearn to switch off when you sleep
Too often I end up multitasking when I’m trying to sleep. But sleeping and multitasking do not fit together. They are not part of the same puzzle. When I lay down and switch my world to darkness, I am telling my mind that it is time to turn away from the world and turn off,…
Read MoreThere was something, and this was it. – A poem
I’m stuck In the nagging nudges Of the night As they pace in the dark And tell me to write. But tonight Nothing seems right. I feel no urge For scribbles Under flashlight. I feel the time ticking As the night’s nags Are tickling The underneath of my feet. I haven’t tried to sleep Because…
Read MoreA poem I wrote in the library one time
I sit by the raindrop stained window And look past my faint reflection At the treetops quivering in the frosty wind. I watch all the people stroll past. Sometimes alone, looking lonely. Or tired. Or sad. Only a few smile. But only when they trip over their feet And laugh about with another someone. Their…
Read MoreFinding meaning in the meaningless – Predictive poems again part 2
One thing I’ve always found fascinating about humans is our need for meaning. This occurs in the simplest moments of every day life, like analysing the meaning in a text message someone sent us. Even if there isn’t actually a deep meaning there in the first place, the idea of anything such as piece of…
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The girl in the red coat – A poem
I will be the girl in the red coat.
Read MoreEvergreen – A poem
The only thing real And evergreen We have in this world Is our souls, Our thoughts And our emotions, And reading and writing These words Brings into my life Some sort of Substance. Maybe if more people Placed more importance On the things that have Meaning And are unchangeable And took more care Of the…
Read MoreDancing On My Own – A poem
I know I’ve always been a poem, Looking for a voice to make me a song. But in my search across the oceans I’ve never found one that belongs. All their singing did was drown my words But now that I’m alone, I’ve realised it’s my own voice that is perfect, And now I’m dancing…
Read MoreI fell in love with a bird (in a dream)
A couple of months ago now I ventured to the weird side of the river in a dream. I wasn’t aware there was a ‘weird side’ but according to the dream there is. I walked along the path beside the river and to the left side of me was a quite dark, mysterious looking forest…
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Lauren Kathleen 