On the hill

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with a smile she slices
a path in the grass for the wind —
a machete of ice
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pic & poem rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0

A NOTE: Yesterday I strode up to the Mt Victoria lookout to prepare for a whole day at the New Zealand International Festival, four consecutive films. It was bracing! and at the top, a City Council worker was cutting the grass, and clearly enjoying herself.

Morning pages

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shadow on the page
I am relaxed
about giving this a go

nobody depends on me
and mundane chores
matter as much as inspiration

drop the hierarchy of jobs
yet some bring joy
I starve when they go ago

it’s a process to pause and notice
right now ‘cos dot dot dot
I stopped writing

I don’t like rushing ahead
I prefer to stop halfway
I need to think


pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

(Found in morning pages, free writing a la The Artist’s Way)

 

Grumpy hermit

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Talking to a grumpy hermit
is a training and a test.

They toggle their manners
off and on to probe your zest.

 They have the right to be silent.
They have the right to reject. 

Perhaps it is wrong to circulate.
Perhaps they are correct.


poem and photo by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0