Monday, December 17, 2012

Christmas is coming!


Wow! Time sure has flown by. I have been meaning to write a new blog post for ages but again, my images did not want to upload for some reason so I have avoided it until now.

At work I have been slightly bored lately, as there haven't been as many customers coming in as I was expecting. It's probably due to the 30 degree days we have been having lately. Australian summers, tsk, tsk. Although we have had a cool change lately so that has been nice.

Anyway a new game I have come up with to entertain myself while waiting for customers is to think of some Christmas phrases using alliteration and personification.

Here are some examples I came up with this week...


Twisted tinsel twinkles around the trembling, tragically overloaded Christmas tree.


Bright blue boisterous baubles bobbed beneath bountiful, beautiful blooming baby blue blossoms.


Melba's marvellous melons meandered meekly on Monday. << This sentence isn't very Christmas-y but oh well!


I also decided to think of some describing words so I could try and make a poem about Christmas baubles. I was staring at a gold bauble in our store and came up with the following list to describe it:







*bright
*big
*bursting
*brilliant
*shiny
*round
*reflective, like a mirrorball
*looks like a yellow watermelon



I'm sure many of you could come up with better descriptions, but these were just a few ideas I have been tossing around lately.

I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I'm looking forward to a swim in the Murray River and a break from study. I hope you all have a wonderful break too. :)







Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Couch Surfing, a serious issue


The following article comes from the Adelaide Now website and was also featured in this Tuesday's Advertiser. (09/10/2012)



The article is about Couch surfing, a form of Homelessness. Yesterday in Rundle Mall and Federation Square there was an event to help raise awareness of this issue. The event was called Couch Day.

There is also a Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/CouchDay.

How would you feel to have to ask, every night, if you could sleep on someone's sofa?

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Couch-surfing young man
For many young Australians, couch surfing isn't a choice, it's a necessity, and it's a precarious position to find yourself in, without a place to call 'home'. Picture: Thinkstock Source: Supplied

SEVERAL thousand young South Australians do not have a bed to call their own, says Paul Edginton.
HAVING a warm bed to sleep in each night and a safe and happy home is something many of us take for granted.
Now imagine being 16, or even younger, and not knowing where you'll be sleeping from one night to the next.
This is the reality and the daily challenge for tens of thousands of young Australians around the country, including many in South Australia.
These young Australians are often hidden from public view, under the shroud of what's known as "couch surfing".
For some, couch surfing is a cheap form of accommodation when they're travelling or crashing on a friend's couch after that big night out.
But for many South Australians sleeping on a couch isn't a choice, it's a necessity and it's dangerous.
Many of us only think of the homeless as people sleeping rough on the streets or in hostels.
For young people in South Australia, that number is almost 3000.
Even more concerning is the fact that nine out of 10 of these young people are "couch surfing".
Add to that the fact that many of these youngsters are young women, often with children, and their plight becomes even more alarming.
Tomorrow is World Homeless Day, a day we hope draws attention and awareness to the devastating issue which affects so many people.
It's also Couch Day, a day when we at SYC (the Service to Youth Council) will highlight the issue of couch surfing as a prevalent and often hidden form of youth homelessness and social exclusion.
We've developed the Couch Day concept to raise awareness of this issue; giving a voice to the thousands of young Australians each year out there couch surfing.
"Couch Day" is about helping young people and the community to identify and destigmatise the reality of being homeless by encouraging a conversation and recognition of this serious issue.
So tomorrow, Rundle Mall, Victoria Square and Melbourne's Federation Square will be taken over by a sea of couches, many bearing poignant messages about the issue.
We're encouraging the public to grab a free coffee, sit on the couches and listen to young people's stories on MP3 players - and generally learn more about what couch surfing really means and where to go for help if it's needed.
We're encouraging people to share their own experiences of couch surfing - either as a young person who's couch surfed or as someone who's offered their home to a young person with nowhere else to go.
The Gillard Government has declared that it will be addressing homelessness as a national priority. The Federal Government is committed to halving the rate of homelessness and providing accommodation to all rough sleepers who seek it by 2020.
But reducing homelessness is everyone's responsibility.
Homelessness for young people is different than for adults. Young people need more direct and sustained assistance - they need their community to support and protect them.
We hope conversations on Couch Day will act as a trigger to change perceptions in the general community about homelessness and also help in the early identification of vulnerable young people.
We believe the community can, in many different ways, play an instrumental role in helping young people get on their feet, by putting their hand out to help and also by supporting organisations like SYC.
Couch surfing is also not just about homelessness and having a roof over your head, it can have an impact on every aspect of a young person's life.
Moving from couch to couch, asking yourself every day where will you be sleeping that night, which very well may not be the same place as the past night, is as exhausting as it is challenging.
What would it do for your confidence to have to ask people, every night, if you could sleep on their sofa?
Would you feel like a valued community member?
With that in the background, you can only begin to imagine how hard it is for a young person to concentrate on staying at school or even contemplating getting a job, without that place to call "home".
So, as you go to sleep tonight safe in your home, spare a thought for 34,000 young Australians, including the thousands here in SA, who won't be enjoying the same luxury.
Paul Edginton is chief executive officer of the Service to Youth Council, a non-government, not-for-profit community service organisation established in 1958 to support disadvantaged young people.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Poetry Procrastination

Believe it or not I actually have been trying to write poetry all afternoon, I just haven't got to it yet. It is now 7.50pm. :S Oh dear. For the later part of this afternoon I have been trying to work out how to adjust my layout on this blog and really, really wanted to add  the following image either behind or next to my title (Katz's Space). I could place it underneath my title but then there is too much empty space on the right hand side of my page.



Isn't it pretty?!   : )


I found this pic on Facebook the other day and couldn't resist saving it. There are a few other pics I have saved from Facebook recently too.  Such as...











This one! 



I love fairies. I love drawing them, painting them, collecting pics, photos and figurines of them. I also really like butterflies. If I was ever to write a children's picture book, I would really like to write a story about fairies, just so I could illustrate it as well. I used to read Shirley Barber's books when I was younger so she has been a big inspiration for me as I was growing up.






I also really like watching Doctor Who, both the new and old series. I really liked the Fourth Doctor, played by Tom Baker due to his eccentric ways and his humongous, outrageously long scarf!  But in the new series my particular favourite has been David Tennant, who just happens to be the Tenth Doctor







And finally... what would have to be the cutest of them all...











I just had to share this one with my bestie. I think she appreciated it. However, it is unfortunate that they spelt "roar" wrong. I understand that this was probably done on purpose, but the grammar Nazi in me just wants to cross it out and rewrite it correctly in black texta!






Lol so yes, blogger is a great way for me to procrastinate unfortunately. But it also does help me to start writing, so this hasn't been a complete waste of time I guess! I just wish Blogger was easier to work out with regards to layout and formatting! 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Anyone for a hike? Oops, I mean Haiku. :P


So I went back to Horsnell Gully on Tuesday, looking for poetry ideas. I decided to actually get there using Hornell Gully road this time. I saw quite a lot of bulbs, rocks, native flowers and heard many different birds. The scenery was the inspiration of the following haiku poem I wrote. 

The cool, crisp air
wafts around my slim figure
as I climb uphill

©Katherine Cox 07/08/12


This poem definitely has room for improvement. I don't really like the "slim figure" part as it makes me sound vain. I was just trying to bring forth an image of a small person battling against the chilly wind whilst climbing. "Wafts" also sounds too gentle. But I guess it was a relatively calm day. Anyway, it's a work in progress, like most of my writing! 












Sunday, July 29, 2012

Water Ripples



I have just started writing a poem about water today and have just found a really inspirational example of a water poem with an underlying message about the effects our words have.

I need to be more mindful of themes and messages I can insert into my poetry. I haven't really discovered the knack yet, but I guess it is all down to practise and a lot of hard work!

This poem also gives me a strong image of the ripples in the water so for me it is a very successful poem, despite the fact that it doesn't rhyme. I really love the use of repetition in the line, "circling on and on and on". I just hope that the ripple effects in our lives are more positive ones than negative!




I found this poem through a Google image search but it actually belongs to this website: http://www.diversityworld.com/Denise_Bissonnette/TLN04/tln0403.htm

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Waterfall poem


Well I now have two possible poems about waterfalls at the moment. This is the shorter one. I have been experimenting with different line lengths to create an interesting form. I was trying to make  a tear drop/ water droplet shape.



A
waterfall
is a silver,
satin ribbon
sown into the side
of a craggy cliff.
Shimmering droplets
cascade down, pooling
into a great, gleaming eye.
Watching the water gushing,
pouring, and trickling, soothes
my soul and relieves my pain. 

©Katherine Cox 27/07/12

Monday, July 23, 2012

Falling Down




Mum and I at The First Falls, August 9, 2011


Back to TAFE study today. Poetry again for my Complete an Extended Project subject. I would really love to write a poem about a waterfall, particularly because I live near Morialta Falls and they are so pretty to look at.  I also find them soothing for the soul. It's like all of your fears and worries are washed away with the water, flowing over the smooth rocks and pebbles. 





First Falls August 9, 2011




Monday, July 16, 2012

Mid year holidays 2012


Hello all,

Yes I am aware that I am a very inconsistent blogger but I think that's just the way it is going to be.
Life gets busy, and  I am also lazy sometimes too.

Good news, I passed Semester 1 of the hopefully last year of my professional writing course. (I was originally supposed to finish last year but TAFE felt the need to add more subjects. Grr.) Anyway so I have made it through the first half of 2012! Yay.

What have I been up to lately? Well, I have been enjoying my holidays for the past 2 weeks, in between work and submitting poetry for potential publication. This is the first time I have sent poetry off to a competition and to a publication so I find that very exciting, even if it all comes to nothing. It is just nice to have some writing out in the public arena.  I have submitted 2 poems to the Salisbury Writer's Festival and 2 poems to The School Magazine in New South Wales.

I also travelled back to my hometown Waikerie for a week-end and took in the sights and sounds of the Murray River. It is nice to know that it will always be there whenever I come back from the city.









As I walked along the jetty I spotted this feathered friend, who didn't seem at all intimidated by my presence!


I have also caught up with a couple of friends in Adelaide so that has been nice. I recently attended a friend's 21st. She had a themed party, which made it more interesting, but also more stressful in order to decide what to wear. Her theme was Vintage 50's and 60's, so we all had to dress up in vintage clothing. It made for some fun shopping trips and some funny photos. Here are a few examples... 



I found this dress at a vintage clothes shop called Red Ruby just off of Hindley Street in the city. I can't remember if it was a 1950's or 1960's dress but it was a summer dress, so I thought it was quite funny that I would be wearing it to a birthday party in winter! I was sort of going for a Marilyn Monroe style with my hair. 


The one in the middle is Leah. It was her party. :)





When I was in Waikerie I also had the chance to hang out with our family's resident fur-ball Bella. Mum and I are biased cat lovers so Dad didn't really have a choice when we decided last year that the household needed another feline's presence. 


 


Bella enjoys playing hide 'n' seek with me. She also likes to scare me by pouncing out from underneath the dining room table! Bella is now about a year and a half old.


Back in Adelaide I did a bit more exploring around my area for more walking tracks. Horsnell Gully Conservation Park proved to be a challenging but rewarding climb, which gave me some awesome views of the city below. However, due to the overcast weather and then the blinding sunlight at sunset it was actually a better view in person, compared to the average photos I took. 



 
I saw three koalas that afternoon. I had only hiked up the hill for half an hour so I kept seeing one every 10 mins or so! One of them was a bit scared of me walking underneath its gumtree and made a horrible grunting noise.




This was the fire track I followed up the hills. I think this is the back way to get there. Next time I should probably enter via Horsnell Gully Road. It was still a good adventure, and good exercise! 





Thursday, May 24, 2012

Washing Machine Poem

It may seem to you like all I think about these days is poetry, but I do promise I do have other things on my mind as well!I just seem to be finding a lot of funny/inspirational poems lately. I should actually put up some of my own stuff one of these days. Anyhow, today I have found an interesting poem about "Mrs. Brown" and her washing machine. (I am writing my own poem about a washing machine too, but it is a bit shorter in length and written in a different way.)


The Washing Machine

Mrs. Brown was quite ecstatic
About her brand new automatic.
Filled it up near to the brim,
Slipped on the soap and fell right in.

She was really on the go
Jerking wildly to and fro,
Water gurgling, rushing, flowing,
Shirts and sheets all to and fro-ing.

There among the suds and bubbles,
She reflected on her troubles.
Considered that she'd never been so,
Pushed around so much by Rinso.

So there and then, she promptly planned,
To change and use a kinder brand.
Because the water too was hot,
She'd change to Cold Power, like as not.

While Mrs Brown was cogitating,
With all her bits and bobs vibrating,
Arms and legs and dirty socks
Tangled up in soapy knots.
Her inside organs disarranged,
Quite suddenly, the cycle changed.

Now Mrs. Brown was all a-whirl.
Indeed a very home-spun girl,
Spun and sprayed to make her whiter,
In places that did not excite her,
And areas that had attention,
She doesn't even care to mention.

So Mrs. Brown is quite convinced
That to be spun and deeply rinsed,
Not once, but twice, will quite suffice
To keep her undies looking nice.
But, before they go to wash,
She thinks she'd rather take them off.
© 1955-2006 John Pickersgill

http://evenyet.net/pick/alltitles/washingmachine.htm



I might let you guys read my washing machine poem, after it is marked. I may still need to make some more changes to it.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Apple Pie

I've been trying to finish a couple of poetry assignments today. Whilst browsing the Internet today I found this yummy poem about apple pie! I have just finished a lovely slice of apple pie which was made by my Grandad, who used to be a pastry chef. :) What I particularly like about this poem is the form of the poem, the way it is shaped into a vase in the middle, and the way the writer makes apple pie sound absolutely scrumptious- which it is!


Apple Pie



Up to my eyes in cooking apples.
A bountiful harvest from
a friend’s orchard garden.
Coring and peeling,
(time stealing)
Cut into large chunks,
simmer gently, lightly sweetened.

Mmmm, what an odour
It makes the mouth water!

Up to my elbows in apple pie pastry,
careful to use a very light touch
must keep it nice and flaky.
How many will I make,
a couple of dozen?
Only one for Eric
cos he’s diabetic,
two for Margaret and Reg,
(she gave me some veg.)
and maybe Heidi and Matt,
they would like one or two.
A dozen for the Coffee Morning
to fund our local Air Ambulance.
Got to find room in the freezer too,
to keep Jim supplied, while I’m away!
Oh dear, have I kept one for me?
Roll out the pastry and fit to the dish,
Fill with apple and top with a lid.
Crimp the edges, sugar the tops,
then bake in the oven until
a rich golden brown.

Mmmm, what an odour
It makes the mouth water!

Serve with Devonshire cream
or one scoop (or three!)
of real Cornish ice-cream.
Mmmm. the odour has taste
and its very more-ish.
So what - if it goes to my waist!
Forget about diets and pass me that dish!


Jackie S Brooks ©
3rd September 2003


http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=77261

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Smells like Poetry!

I found this poem just now @ http://www.poetry4kids.com/poem-452.html as I was pondering how to insert some smells into my poem about the Murray River.

I think it is quite clever!


My Nostril Smells Awesome

My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all day it's smelled like banana cream pie.

It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted butter and blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.

It smells like a pine forest, right by a lake,
and chocolate chip cookies my mom likes to bake,
like kettle corn pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.

My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2009 Kenn Nesbitt
All Rights Reserved

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Positive poetry

I've been looking for some positive poetry today from which to source some inspiration for my poetry assignment.

I found the following link which has lots of different poems, haven't read them all as I was just having a quick browse before I go to work.

http://asandboxgreeting.com/sbmisc.html


However I did find one in particular that I like about hands. The music on the site is a bit strange though. :S


Saturday, March 17, 2012

Fear of Failure

My biggest obstacle is my fear of failure. In everything I do, where ever I go, I'm always afraid of failing something or disappointing someone, worst of all myself. This has hindered me a lot in life- I hold back instead of embracing it with open arms. I know that despite my failures that God will always take me back, so I should feel free... but it doesn't always make the feelings go away.

I guess it's just another excuse not to do work, not to start for fear that my writing won't be good enough. I compare myself to others too much, but that's the problem with perfectionism, you are never satisfied.


This song by Jason Gray has really helped me this last fortnight though, and makes me feel better despite my many shortcomings. It's called: Remind me who I am.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

This is a poem I wrote last year, about my 3 week trip to India in 2009.


Indian Rhythms

Spice fills the air.

I smell new flavours

as I drink in the excitement.

Drums beat in

different timing.

A Punjabi singer’s voice

lingers through my ears.

I taste Gulab Jamun,

I feel water beneath my feet.

I am at a temple.

Colours whirl in the streets

and people dance with fervour.

Celebrate the new

bride and groom,

To be married in 2 days.

I see money, celebration,

lights and jewellery everywhere.

But the people stare at a new attraction.

They stare at me.

“What is that white girl doing here?” They ask themselves.

A young white girl in India.


©Katherine Cox 2011