Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Future Poems

Another weekend down south.

Poems are buzzing and bashing around in my mind

like a bumble bee trapped indoors ...

Main Street, Gore

Gore Gardens

Mum folding the washing

Piano accordion Band at the Gore Farmers Market.

Piano accordion player number one ...

and piano accordion player number two.

I wish I had the time to write poetry right now because after a weekend spent with my mother and auntie, I am not short of material.
(Meanwhile, until the time becomes available to write, I'll just have to make do with hastily scribbled notes.)



Mama Llama said...

"Man folding the washing."

Indeed, a photo-worthy moment!

Wonderful pictures, Chief! I can't wait to read what you write...

Be well.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

I do love these glimpses into your world! Have a great day!

Kay Cooke said...

mapi - Are you calling my Mum a man?! :)

pepek - Thanks. Ditto. Ditto.

Anonymous said...

You have the eye of a true poet. I have fought writing about my Mum but she keeps creeping in.

Thank you for your great encouragement during NaPoWriMo.

Becky Willis Motew said...

You capture the spirit of the place so well, CB. Love to see your mum there folding laundry. It reminds me of mine.


by kd said...

Jeez, you make Gore look like the South of France. I regret not spending more time in Southland now. Great pictures again. Have you ever thought of producing a book of complimentary poems + photographs?

Tammy Brierly said...

Your mum is adorable CB! Your weekend sounded wounderful and will probably inspire a poem. ;)

Many warm hugs!

Di Mackey said...

Thank you!

My mother grew up in Invercargill, so I have a childhood lifetime of that road between Mosgiel and Invergiggle ...

And then later, I spent a couple of years living down in Te Anau, so once again Gore was a place I passed through. As I recall, Kentucky Fried Chicken was a rather nice stop as we headed back into the mountains.

I'm looking forwarding to ordering your poetry books in the near future now that I'm working.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Any relation to AL?

Mama Llama said...

Oh Chief...I TOTALLY misread the caption!!! I honestly read "Man folding the washing" and not "Mum..."


Open mouth, insert foot.

kj said...

i love these glimpses into your world too. the photo of your mother made me smile.

i'm looking forward to new poems bursting forth!

January said...

I love seeing the world through your eyes. Hope you post a few of those poems when you're ready.

Anonymous said...

just visited cell collection and I'm all sighs and swoons ... your poetry needs to come with a homesickness warning for expats! xdonelle

Belle said...

All the sweet things of life.

So far away... yet so familiar.

Nice, all the best to you.

Kay Cooke said...

watermaid - I keep fighting my mum too!

becky - I'm so glad Becky. I know you must miss your mom.

kd - Yep -: thinking about the possibility - sometime ...

tammy - I am hoping so.

di - Thank you - so nice to hear from you. Glad the pics triggered happy memories.

pepek - Ha! No but there is a sign - Gore to Clinton highway - I kid you not. The American tourists stop and take photos. There's even an American flag waving there.

mapiprincesa - I think that's so funny!!!

kj - Thanks - I'm trying to find some space of time to write - but so far not doing so well.

january - I will January. I have your energy and output as an incentive and spur!

donelle - Ah. That's so nice. Thank you.

belle - That's so sweet. Glad there's a connection despite the distance.

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