WEEK 4 - HOME FROM SEA.
Helloooooo fellow live journalists!
I'm in such an optimistic mood. Not that I’m always in a pessimistic one, BUT today has just been good! Maybe because I had a good sleep last night? I know, talk about being an early bird, but I went to sleep at 9:30pm last night, and I feel so energetic and awake it’s awesome! I recommend 9:30pm sleeps to everyone!
Today's lecture with Michael Griffith was really good. And inspiring in a way. At first I must admit it dragged on a bit with Yuri's introduction of how to use eJournal and all the library resources on ACU website, but that was only because I heard the tutorial on Monday morning. So I have an excuse to be sort of bored during it right?
There was an aspect in the lecture that I enjoyed, and that was looking at all the art photos. There were about 6 different ones, with different context to each other, different textures of how it was painted, different themes and genres, and it was just good to see some variety. So, due to this, we had to choose one picture which inspired us to write either a short story or a poem. At first I was inspired by the painting called "Mother and Child with Dogs" but then as I kept on flicking through the pages I came across "Home from Sea" and I was so inspired by it that i wrote my poem about that painting. SO here it goes! I hope you enjoy it!
HOME FROM SEA
I've been away from home.
Six months as such.
I miss my mothers cooking,
and her sweet, gentle touch.
I've played it many times,
in my head it comes around.
Oh how I would greet her,
and hear the beautiful sound
of her voice which has been missing,
how it's been muffled in my head.
Oh how I long for her comfort,
and the warm sheets she would have placed on my bed.
It's been six months as I travel back from home.
I hold many statues and ornaments
in my hand
which will be shown
to my mother, her beauty, which she will
appreciate. The presents I will give her, It will emancipate
I reach my door and its steps
with sad, heart broken faces.
To hear my mothers soul had gone
to many, many places.
I run outside, to her grave
and hug it from many angles.
For my tears become her blanket
keeping her warm
my mother
an angel.
Hope you enjoyed it let me know what you think!