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WELCOME TO
THE EMPATHY WAVE
Editon 1
CELEBRATING THE LAUNCH OF MY NEW DIGITAL JOURNAL STYLED MAGAZINE
As the storm crosses the coast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6iwrJjzkIY&list=RD4fwU8IUrwbg&index=3
waves
smashing upon granite shores
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLqoAEYeBvI&list=RDQLqoAEYeBvI&start_radio=1
Sitting upon the sand,
arms wrapped around my legs,
I feel at peace with myself.
All that could ever be asked of me
I have accomplished
I think of you
Beautiful one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-WzhJ18X2g
Ancient trees
in flower
lining the streets,
life a jigsaw dream.
was anything real?
Caught In the embrace of a whirlpool of spinning dreams..,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVpPYxUswGs
speaking in fragrant songs
I be,
The Storyteller
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_ehFDLQah8&list=RDQ_ehFDLQah8&start_radio=1
Between pages of summer days
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8SH0iCAMuM&list=PLnHEfA-hPpQc3XbvJ2ld5_Z96lDffuQ3y&index=16
I find my choices bringing with them many challenges
I took my chances and lived to tell the tale
only expelling one of my nine lives, after all, I am a cat!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woLfAvD5iXI
if a story runs away with itself,
a lover be free,
to find another beautiful dream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOXrhq89UBQ
A papyrus scroll unfurls,
now?
I be someone else,
triumphant scales of a music sheet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aHuYNqrfyU&list=RDWc4sDBTw19E&index=9
Spinning skies,
unfurling as an umbilical, after another manner.
Upon Dysrhythmia chessboards
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1E9mjvGYq8&list=RDWc4sDBTw19E&index=12
all eyes upon me
under the light of a moonlit stage
set against the awe-inspiring Swiss Alps in Tuscany,
the daughter of images,
I be a living caricature,
a hostess of intention,
bringing to life, the ghosts of stage and portrait,
singing
as I dance,
Shall you know me?
I stand before my audience,
Gesticulating,
resplendent in my summer dress of pure Lily-White,
Tiny Birds of shimmering sky-blue
as motif,
my cascade of wavy-black curls swirling around me
Shall you know me?
The woman behind the characters I play.
Shall you know my story?
through theatre,
If a book be a representation of myself,
as a story comes alive for you,
Then
I have accomplished my task
absorbing your adulation.
Finding myself
standing before a horse drawn carriage,
without consent,
rolling by,
identifying with spirals of cobblestoned indifference,
the background, haunts the mediocre
making it their own,
hungering for the approval of the Artful Dodger,
a drink with a twist to my deepening state of being.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5XMqQq6hko
People gather in the park, lost in a Strand of flowers and Trafalgar musings,
a familiar sensibility in anonymity,
turning slowly
in a tight circle, within my spinning head,
In a Roman styled dress,
I stood upon a stone causeway,
leading deeper into the old town of Lundinium,
The city of Lunar
I observe
the Ravens leaving the Tower to find a new home,
So then, must I
I decry the wanton self-absorption of the ignorant, and affluent.
As I stop the Sundial in a moment of refraction
Magpies Singing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Dm380dWRWQ&list=RD1Dm380dWRWQ&start_radio=1&t=20s
Stormy
Sebastopol 2021
Magpie Dawning
My Magpie sings his morning song,
as I wave,
yes,
I wave at my Magpie,
he isn't really mine, but we are kindred and that suits me fine.
What do we do on our street?
Dreams, offering ground cover to our transient fragility,
worn down by the persistence of continuous silence
Hope,
stoked by the fires of warm greetings,
music, wafting like delicious food on the cooking fires
tenderizing my spirits.
The meeting of minds,
strangers
seeming not to see us when we smile,
or turn in a slow circle to capture the sounds of a sweet Magpie,
I hear the sound of wings,
Stormy Dawn, as I have named him,
on his way to some haven, amid a cluster of beautiful Gum Trees,
How I wish I could fly,
to follow him there
upon my own wings,
Alas, this is but a dream, dreaming on my part,
I sigh.
My neighbors know me well
Occasionally picking up my overturned wheely bins
victims of the fierce gale’s native to our suburb
returning them to their pride of place before my garage.
I think of those heady days when I could breathe in the scent of printed pages of one of my favourite books,
I was never without one
now,
I am reduced to digital pages,
My eyes don't quite know what to do with themselves,
having deserted me
Jane Austin must miss my eyes prodding beneath the narrative seeking to unearth undiscovered meanings
allowing me to lace my daily drink of imaginative speculations with something tantalizing,
Oh, how I delighted in my Golden Books,
The wind reminds me of where I am,
standing by my letterbox like some kind of protective mother,
should I burp the baby?
No,
my tiny mailbox fails abysmally to serve as a cradle of inspiration
making a loud clanking noise
as the Indian Minor Bird complains at its failings in the tree across the road definitely no songbird.
The traffic notices nothing, a blank stare, expressionless windscreens, devoid of consciousness ,
I am left feeling like I've lost my purse, or the number of a long-lost friend.
I smile
pirouette
shaking off unjustified feelings of loss,
I long to get out of this house for a time
Oh, to dance with abandon once again,
everyone is so afraid, long after the crisis has abated.
A mug of witchy brew,
Hazelnut coffee will do the trick,
yes,
that's the ticket!
I then sang
"She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care"
feeling sad,
finding myself beginning to cry,
cursing my tear ducts for such a display of emotion
leading me into nothingness,
forming a tapestry, I am unable to see, if I had eyes what would it look like?
Teddy Bears, cupcakes
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
has an argument with herself and loses the debate.
Now her Cockle Shells are fashioned into a necklace she will never wear.
Eat your heart out Miss Havisham!!
Ella reads out our itinerary
I pour out my thoughts, feelings on my sorry lot
like soggy newspapers tossed into the recycle bin,
I am a case,
I feel good, despite wiping away the tears over essentials I may acquire,
the image of a pretty Blue Tongue Lizard swimming in circles
so cute
irresistibly gorgeous within a large circular bowl makes me smile and laugh as the rains hammer down.
Ella prods me cautiously, as I could come out with anything silly at this point,
I pause, laugh, then put on the kettle.
She makes Some calls on my behalf, searching on-line.
I see, in my mind’s eye
a lovely apple cinnamon muffin washed down with some lovely coffee
pointless, yet the thought sustains me.
I offer a wry grin at something Ella has said, put on my seatbelt, and we're off
yes,
smiling to myself,
the day is not so bleak.
People are the moments that lighten the load,
putting a spring in our step,
though love locked behind the barriers of a pandemic, the theatre of my life offers more than just sunrise and nightfall.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP4co-WgkOI
A storm on display
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdAkRWexps8&list=RDwMWgrcJBdjA&index=3
Entering a musical extravaganza by Lisa and Klaus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg4Llzlm0gw
WELCOME TO
THE EMPATHY WAVE
Editon 1
CELEBRATING THE LAUNCH OF MY NEW DIGITAL JOURNAL STYLED MAGAZINE
As the storm crosses the coast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6iwrJjzkIY&list=RD4fwU8IUrwbg&index=3
waves
smashing upon granite shores
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLqoAEYeBvI&list=RDQLqoAEYeBvI&start_radio=1
Sitting upon the sand,
arms wrapped around my legs,
I feel at peace with myself.
All that could ever be asked of me
I have accomplished
I think of you
Beautiful one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-WzhJ18X2g
Ancient trees
in flower
lining the streets,
life a jigsaw dream.
was anything real?
Caught In the embrace of a whirlpool of spinning dreams..,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVpPYxUswGs
speaking in fragrant songs
I be,
The Storyteller
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_ehFDLQah8&list=RDQ_ehFDLQah8&start_radio=1
Between pages of summer days
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8SH0iCAMuM&list=PLnHEfA-hPpQc3XbvJ2ld5_Z96lDffuQ3y&index=16
I find my choices bringing with them many challenges
I took my chances and lived to tell the tale
only expelling one of my nine lives, after all, I am a cat!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woLfAvD5iXI
if a story runs away with itself,
a lover be free,
to find another beautiful dream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOXrhq89UBQ
A papyrus scroll unfurls,
now?
I be someone else,
triumphant scales of a music sheet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aHuYNqrfyU&list=RDWc4sDBTw19E&index=9
Spinning skies,
unfurling as an umbilical, after another manner.
Upon Dysrhythmia chessboards
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1E9mjvGYq8&list=RDWc4sDBTw19E&index=12
all eyes upon me
under the light of a moonlit stage
set against the awe-inspiring Swiss Alps in Tuscany,
the daughter of images,
I be a living caricature,
a hostess of intention,
bringing to life, the ghosts of stage and portrait,
singing
as I dance,
Shall you know me?
I stand before my audience,
Gesticulating,
resplendent in my summer dress of pure Lily-White,
Tiny Birds of shimmering sky-blue
as motif,
my cascade of wavy-black curls swirling around me
Shall you know me?
The woman behind the characters I play.
Shall you know my story?
through theatre,
If a book be a representation of myself,
as a story comes alive for you,
Then
I have accomplished my task
absorbing your adulation.
Finding myself
standing before a horse drawn carriage,
without consent,
rolling by,
identifying with spirals of cobblestoned indifference,
the background, haunts the mediocre
making it their own,
hungering for the approval of the Artful Dodger,
a drink with a twist to my deepening state of being.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5XMqQq6hko
People gather in the park, lost in a Strand of flowers and Trafalgar musings,
a familiar sensibility in anonymity,
turning slowly
in a tight circle, within my spinning head,
In a Roman styled dress,
I stood upon a stone causeway,
leading deeper into the old town of Lundinium,
The city of Lunar
I observe
the Ravens leaving the Tower to find a new home,
So then, must I
I decry the wanton self-absorption of the ignorant, and affluent.
As I stop the Sundial in a moment of refraction
Magpies Singing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Dm380dWRWQ&list=RD1Dm380dWRWQ&start_radio=1&t=20s
Stormy
Sebastopol 2021
Magpie Dawning
My Magpie sings his morning song,
as I wave,
yes,
I wave at my Magpie,
he isn't really mine, but we are kindred and that suits me fine.
What do we do on our street?
Dreams, offering ground cover to our transient fragility,
worn down by the persistence of continuous silence
Hope,
stoked by the fires of warm greetings,
music, wafting like delicious food on the cooking fires
tenderizing my spirits.
The meeting of minds,
strangers
seeming not to see us when we smile,
or turn in a slow circle to capture the sounds of a sweet Magpie,
I hear the sound of wings,
Stormy Dawn, as I have named him,
on his way to some haven, amid a cluster of beautiful Gum Trees,
How I wish I could fly,
to follow him there
upon my own wings,
Alas, this is but a dream, dreaming on my part,
I sigh.
My neighbors know me well
Occasionally picking up my overturned wheely bins
victims of the fierce gale’s native to our suburb
returning them to their pride of place before my garage.
I think of those heady days when I could breathe in the scent of printed pages of one of my favourite books,
I was never without one
now,
I am reduced to digital pages,
My eyes don't quite know what to do with themselves,
having deserted me
Jane Austin must miss my eyes prodding beneath the narrative seeking to unearth undiscovered meanings
allowing me to lace my daily drink of imaginative speculations with something tantalizing,
Oh, how I delighted in my Golden Books,
The wind reminds me of where I am,
standing by my letterbox like some kind of protective mother,
should I burp the baby?
No,
my tiny mailbox fails abysmally to serve as a cradle of inspiration
making a loud clanking noise
as the Indian Minor Bird complains at its failings in the tree across the road definitely no songbird.
The traffic notices nothing, a blank stare, expressionless windscreens, devoid of consciousness ,
I am left feeling like I've lost my purse, or the number of a long-lost friend.
I smile
pirouette
shaking off unjustified feelings of loss,
I long to get out of this house for a time
Oh, to dance with abandon once again,
everyone is so afraid, long after the crisis has abated.
A mug of witchy brew,
Hazelnut coffee will do the trick,
yes,
that's the ticket!
I then sang
"She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care"
feeling sad,
finding myself beginning to cry,
cursing my tear ducts for such a display of emotion
leading me into nothingness,
forming a tapestry, I am unable to see, if I had eyes what would it look like?
Teddy Bears, cupcakes
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
has an argument with herself and loses the debate.
Now her Cockle Shells are fashioned into a necklace she will never wear.
Eat your heart out Miss Havisham!!
Ella reads out our itinerary
I pour out my thoughts, feelings on my sorry lot
like soggy newspapers tossed into the recycle bin,
I am a case,
I feel good, despite wiping away the tears over essentials I may acquire,
the image of a pretty Blue Tongue Lizard swimming in circles
so cute
irresistibly gorgeous within a large circular bowl makes me smile and laugh as the rains hammer down.
Ella prods me cautiously, as I could come out with anything silly at this point,
I pause, laugh, then put on the kettle.
She makes Some calls on my behalf, searching on-line.
I see, in my mind’s eye
a lovely apple cinnamon muffin washed down with some lovely coffee
pointless, yet the thought sustains me.
I offer a wry grin at something Ella has said, put on my seatbelt, and we're off
yes,
smiling to myself,
the day is not so bleak.
People are the moments that lighten the load,
putting a spring in our step,
though love locked behind the barriers of a pandemic, the theatre of my life offers more than just sunrise and nightfall.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP4co-WgkOI
A storm on display
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdAkRWexps8&list=RDwMWgrcJBdjA&index=3
Entering a musical extravaganza by Lisa and Klaus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg4Llzlm0gw
