I’ve been greatly inspired with not enough time to write, so I’m depressed, moody and a little resentful. Good stuff.
Last weekend I sort of attended the Asia Pacific Writers conference in Bangkok. JP and I were “too poor” to attend the real event, so I made a compromise and paid for a 2 hour workshop, and we attended the free literary event on Saturday.
A friend of mine, Sandra, a wonderful poet who has done a few poetry workshops here in Chiang Mai, went to another workshop that weekend and brought back some writing exercises to share with her poetry/creative writing class. So I feel like I got to take part in another workshop too.
Inspired by Van Morrison’s “On Hyndford Street”, Tim Tomlinson created a poetry prompt which Sandra introduced to us on Friday. It was fun to write about my childhood street. What a straightforward and brilliant idea. I’ve made a few changes from the original jot down. Here is my Anania Circle.
Take me back to Hawaii
On Anania Circle
Where you could feel the light, laughter and sun
Bouncing off the black pavement,
On many afternoon.
After long school days
We played in the parks,
Climbed the walls, trees and dug into the ground.
Across Kamehameha Highway
In the enclosure
As we wished
In the warmth
Dreaming in black, and
Bicycling, running, dashing up Anania Circle and Anania Drive.
On endless Saturdays
Catching anoles and geckos
And gossip from the trees that walked over from
Unsupervised moms and dads
And meeting at tire swing park,
Playing in the pool
Going to the other side
Sauntering up to the enemies
Stopping to taunt the boys
In the days before the Internet sat us down.