POEM ~ Lost Dog ~ 29 Mar 2019

Lost Dog

A sunny day

the world was nice

out on the road

I rode my bike

My dog

Buster came

my friend

to play

Screech of wheels

breaking hard

hit the dog

Buster ran far

My heart screamed

to find my friend

where could he go

around what bend

The cubby was empty

by the tree

where we ran

so free

One day the rope broke

where Buster barked

but I survived

another lark

Not in the hay

bales stack

not hiding there

to pat

Great fun to play

castle of straw

kingdom of sky

dreams to draw

I walked the beach

dragged a rope

wondering where

my dog did lope

Where we frolicked

in the waves

in the sun 

we plays

I tried the dunes

a sandy hollow

he was hiding

would he follow

Tears of pain

fell like rain

and happiness

with dog again

He's OK

he can walk

so home we go

for a good long talk

Jaqi

Bluh

Friday

29

March

2019

Note ~   This poem explores a childhood event, when my old dog Buster was hit by a car, and I had to go searching for my friend, not knowing if he was alive, injured, or dead. Mum would always know when I was coming home, from a day up the bush playing at the cubby, because Buster would beat me home. I once put a rope on a tree in the valley there, and swung out on it. Later, on another tree, that rope broke. There were still some farmlands near our house, that were slowly being transformed into a suburb, and in summer, there would be bales of hay stacked, that we would play in. Kept in from school when little one day, two miles from home, two beaches away, I missed the school bus, started walking, and found a rope to play with on the beach of endless distractions. The family went out looking for me, when I didn't arrive home on the school bus. I was found on the beach, dragging a rope along. What was wrong? Buster was found in the sand dunes by the beach, in a wind-blown hollow of the sand. We used to talk.

Doggo Wisdoms volume one

A new board has been put up for Doggo Wisdoms at the Free Range Dog Pound.

This is volume one.

When is volume one complete? When you can't add any more Doggos in the Notecard for Volume One. Then cometh Volume Two ....... Dogs of ambition .......

And the latest Doggo is .......

“Do you talk dog?

I do and do and do.

You sound odd.

Try barking!”

Doggo

Suggestions for Doggos are welcome, which will then be sent through the Doggo sniff filter, to see what comes out the other end .......

It's a dogs world.

Doggo Wisdom

Doggo wisdom has found a home in the Universe ~

https://stargategrid.forumchitchat.com/post/doggo-wisdom-a-spinoff-from-dogggdays-10086450?pid=1308080858#post1308080858

Back in a Dinghy

Back in a dinghy

afloat on the sea

looking around

to see what I see

Free Range Dog Pound

Life took a turn to the east this week, then to the south, then back west, and ended up in the north, with the launch of the Free Range Dog Pound next to the Jaqi Art Explorer gallery near the train station at Pawpaw, where happy dogs can make art, sell bones, and water the tree.

Free Range Dog Pound

We have a dream, and it starts small here, but one day will be really huge.

We dream of a huge region for dogs, where everything a dog could ever wish for, can happen.

Such as sleeping in the sun, and dreaming of rabbits.

What would you like to see happen in a really huge free range dog pound?

You can also go check out the latest entry in Dogggdays ~

https://stargategrid.forumchitchat.com/post/dogggdays-12-mar-2019-10077032

And find the occasional entry in the Jaqi Art Explorer blog ~

https://jaqiartexplorer.blogspot.com

With enquiries about dog art contributions, contact me ~

JaqiBluh

Doggo Wisdom

"I have a Dream

that all dogs will be free

just like the bees

and the flea."

Doggo

"It is a known fact

that half the dogs in the World

are bitches."

Doggo

"If a bark

was worth a buck

I'd be a rich mutt."

Doggo

Check in at the Free Range Dog Pound and grab the Notecard from the board, for the latest instalment of Wisdom from Doggo.

Story Closet launched 15 Mar 2019

The Story Closet has been launched, and also christened with its first story, called ..... A Mouse with Wings. This is a totally true story from the 1980s, so names have been kept under wraps. 

The Story Closet is located in the sky gallery of the Jaqi Art Explorer gallery at Pawpaw in Second Life, under the stairs to the Postcard show.

Work has begun on the next story, which is a bit of an historical drama from olde Van Diemen's Land. It concerns an 1836 bridge with 186 large stone carvings, and on one knows why they are there. It is a hole in the historic record, which means, there is space for an imagineer to get to work and build a bridge in time.

A Mouse with Wings

Jaqi Bluh


"Can you help me?"

That's the kind of thing friends do, but I could have said "No".

After all, I hadn't been writing to this woman, and then invited her to fly over.

What on Earth was he expecting.

So they came around to my little cottage, where I made a meal, consumed in front of an open wood fire, and he went away, leaving me with the guest, and plans to return in the morning to take her to the airport.

I was not impressed.

Alone by the romantic fire, I was asked, "Would you like sex?"

The red pantyhose were bright, but the woman was not my type, and I didn't know her, and may never have spoken with her, normally.

We never know who will fall from the sky into our lives, or why.

My decline of "No" was simple enough, and there the matter sank, with no hassles as the stars and Moon swirled overhead.

Rising early to put on the oats, to let them soak in boiled water for a time, I was puzzled by the sound of a bird.

It seemed to be trapped in the ceiling cavity of the sloping kitchen roof.

The guest fell out of dreams unknown to greet the morning aromas.

And then the friend arrived and we had hot and much appreciated oats, and chatter, until red pantyhose was taken away to the airport.

Alone in the quiet of the cottage, the sound of the bird could be heard, again.

What to do?

I listened carefully for the location, and with hammer began to claw the ceiling board open, so the trapped bird could escape.

But no bird came out.

It seemed to move away from the opening, so I tried to follow the sound of the flapping wings.

Now over by the wall, above the shelves.

Above the cardboard packet of oats.

I listened to the packet, and sure enough, the bird was in there, scrabbling away at the inside of the packet, trying to get out.

Thoughts of repairing the ceiling passed by like a cloud.

I should have looked in the oats packet first, which I now took outside, and emptied onto the ground.

That was when the mouse ran away and into the garden, to vanish in the shrubbery.

The mouse had been scrambling away in the packet with its little claws, trying to escape, sounding for all the world like a bird with wings.

I had wondered what those little black spots were in the oats cooked for breakfast.

I never told my friend.


Wednesday
13
March
2019

Note ~   This story is set in the Writer's Cottage at 1 Kelly Street, at the top of Kelly's Steps. What a neat way to launch the short stories, in a cottage that would later become a writer's in residence with the Salamanca Arts Centre. I also had a studio in the Arts Centre, a rambling complex of colonial sandstone warehouses, with bars on the windows of the ground and first floors. There may be further story fodder in those stones.

Exhibition ~ Leda and the Swan ~ Snow Gallery

Exhibition
Leda and the Swan
Snow Gallery
Verbier

This is a new gallery above Verbier in the alpine regions, built by Starfarer and being filled by Jaqi, with an exhibition of historic images from over thousands of years, of Leda and the Swan, a Greek myth. The Snow Gallery is 12 levels, the size needed for this exhibition, when full. The first 3 levels are now hung, with the courtship scenes. The flurry of feathers follows later. When the show is complete with around 600 images, the time will also arrive to write an essay on the Leda and the Swan myth, and the so many ways the theme is approach by artists over millennia. Inspecting the first 25%, you may also wonder why Leda and the Swan is so appealing to so many generations. I would love to know what you think of it all. My poem ..... Feathers ..... found in the blog, is my take on the myth, with a modern twist.

A place to reflect.

The view from level 12, looking down through the ramp well.