Friday Fictioneers – The Wedding Dress

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Everyday Grandad stood in front of the second hand shop.

‘Hey Grandad, how are you today?’

He’d look at me and say:  ‘Good thanks, I’m ok today.’

‘What are you looking at Grandad?’

‘She was a beautiful bride, wore a dress just like that one.’

‘Yes Grandad, I’ve seen the photo.’

There was only one photo in existence.

‘We met at the Hydro Majestic, in the Blue Mountains.’

‘It’s a lovely dress Grandad.’

‘She was a beautiful girl.’

‘Yes Grandad.’ I’d turn him away, the pain of seeing him staring at Grandmothers wedding dress too much to bear.

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Poem 9

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writers block

prohibits me

from describing boredom.

my boredom generates a tantrum.

sit with arms crossed

lips in serious pout,

stamping of feet for added effect.

are you writing this down?

bastard!

not fair!!!!

a poem from

my boredom

my writers block

my tantrum.

wait!!!!!!!!

UGHHHHHHH

not fair!!!!

now will cross arms and sit on bed

lips really pouting now.

duck lips?

NO!!!!  Just bottom lip sticking out.

cute.

NO!!!!!!

writers-block

just continuing my tantrum.

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Poem 8

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when I was small merely a child

I could walk in safety on concrete paths

simple things would fit my tiny hands

a walk to the shop was a norm

with threepence knotted in the corner of a hanky.

now I’m older, life is far more difficult,

complex they say, getting worse.

it’s the pace, the rush, the be alert,

I find myself flummoxed daily

by demands to be here be there.

but I still dream of younger years with tiny hands

and safety outside my garden gate.

 

Thanks to for her input into this poem.

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Prompt 21 My Story

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In 1975 I began my career as a teacher. In a few short weeks that career will come to an end.

I like to think of my career as a very fortunate one. I have taught in some wonderful schools, taught some amazing children and worked with many memorable colleagues.

I have lived in the city and the country.

In 1976 my young family and I moved to a small country town in the south of the state.

It was in this school that I began my life long love of drama and performance.

I wrote two short musicals while I was there. As we didn’t have a music teacher in those days I ‘borrowed’ the melodies from known songs. That way I didn’t have to reach the kids the songs but rather only apply the lyrics to the known melodies.

We didn’t have a theatre to perform in so we were fortunate to be given the use of an old disused picture theatre where, once we cleaned it up and chased out the rats we were able to perform two shows. Added to that I borrowed some lights and props from the local Theatre group, enlisted people in the community who could play music for me and away we went. Instant musical. Fun fun fun.

The other proud thing I did while I was working in the bush was to set up an excursion/camping trip for the older kids. As it was an isolated community many kids didn’t get out of town very often so we took them on a trip for six days five nights through Victoria to our south. For many kids I realised that this was one of the few good things they would remember about school.

From there we moved back to our home territory and I gained a spot at a brand new high school. This was a bit like the wild west for a while. We had little resources and a lot of kids who resented being there.

Again we found that a way of uniting the school was to put on a show. We had a great music teacher and in the third year I was there we put on a musical that I had written. It was successful and so began our yearly shows. In 1989 we performed another show of mine called Charming. This one had taken a year to write and I had the help of another drama teacher at the school at the time who was a wonderful support and as keen as I was to see the show happen. That was probably the best show I did as a spectacle at any rate. We gave a lot of kids a great experience to remember, plus we made a few dollars as well. Our leading man, in the shows we did went on to be and still is a successful performer in stage shows throughout Australia.

In 1995 I moved to my present school a totally different teaching and learning environment. I have been in this school for the past 19 years. It is a school that caters for academically gifted children.

In this school I have taught drama and English. I have loved my time there and it is where I shall finish my career.

In this school as a drama teacher in particular I have been given the opportunity to write a lot of performance pieces over the years.

I love the process of performance. How you get from words on a page to an actual performance. It is at times the most exciting of processes. Sometimes it is not much more than trying something out to see what happens. In fact that is one of my favourite sayings to students when they ask me about an idea, I say to them: ‘Give it a go, see what happens.’

So one part of my story is my teaching career. It has been a wonderful time for me. I have been given opportunities to do things most teachers never do, I have been involved in whole school projects and my basic philosophy of education is that learning is about opportunity. Grasp it when it comes your way, you never know where it is going to lead you. Discovering the process of learning is a wonderful path to travel on. I have no regrets.

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Poem 7

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our hands define us

revealing character,

the workers from the artists.

your hands, lines deep in wisdom

expressive in art and words

radiating genuine warmth.

when gathered at your feet

children congregate

listening attentively

each word gesticulatory illustrated

meaning complete, lessons learned.

those hands that never tire

signalling love.

benign, boisterous, beautiful

always with insight and compassion.

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Poem 6

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As I walked in the fields

I stopped by a hedge

In the hedge was a small nest

In the nest was even smaller fledgling.

Before me was new life, precious, unique.

I may never see this again,

I shall treasure the moment.

Be thankful to the fates,

Who drew me to this place.

My thanks to Marya from Arkadia blog for allowing me to use her photo in this poem.

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Poem 5

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when I leave

will I be missed?

will you even notice?

or am I just a person,

someone you once knew?

you cared, that I cared

knowing now you don’t

cruels me of all hope.

you searched me out.

my tracks you followed,

into my heart you crawled.

now

you ignore me, spurn me,

leaving me floundering

alone in no man’s land.

existing.

breathing.

living.

lost.

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Ligo Haibun Challenge – Apathy

 

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I sit looking at my life. It is a small bundle of unkempt promises and half realized plans. A lot of gonna’s mixed with a plethora of maybe’s.  There is a mess of emotions, a tangle of regrets and a lose of faith. Faith in you, faith in me and I can’t muster the strength to move either way. I am happy, if you and anybody wants to ride over me. Leave me as I wallow in my own misery too tired to do anything other.

Misery to soak in

Self-administered everyday

Should I, maybe, no.

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Poem 4

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in my dreams is a place I know

not so far from here.

a stream brims over

tiny falls and eddies

in languid pools of blue

united with the watery world

like mermaids you dive

under waters,

that purify your soul.

returning to me

you are cleansed

rejuvenated; reinvigorated, renewed

This poem is the result of the help and assistance of whose patience and contributions are acknowledged in composing this poem.

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Poem 3

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standing in the doorway
your smile seduces me
your form visible ~ an outline

a presence that delights me
our hands reach across the void

but when I turn to you…you’re gone
can it be that you are nothing
but an apparition?

can I hope that your return

quells the want that overwhelms me?

This poem is a collaboration between summerstommy and – she wrote the good lines.

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