Poetry

Mother’s Day Reflection – 2019

Mothering

A journey long

Facing challenges head on

Learning as you go along

Make mistakes, then sing your song

Mothering

Of those from me

Recognise the family tree

Tuning in, uniqueness see

Encourage, teach them how to ‘be’

Mothering

Of those who came

From another mother’s frame

Take care, on loan, though all the same

I love and send you back again

Mothering

Sons and daughters who do not fit

The mould, the world does force a bit

Give space, belonging, wings to flit

About as who they’ll be, as built

Mothering

Though some will leave

By choice or to eternity

Speak their name, release but keep

The truth that moth’ring does not cease

Mothering

Will be to leave

Your loves will long, though, still to cleave

To your memory, with sigh and heave

And take you to the one’s they lead

Gina Marie

11/5/2019

Things

Things I can no longer do

Things you wont allow me to

Things I know I’ve done before

Things of which I’m now, not sure

Places I have lived and moved

Places bringing sweet soul-soothe

Places unfamiliar, new

Places strange I go with you

Names and faces everywhere

Names that bring a memory fair

Names which used to fit in time

Names of those who once were mine

My soul is floating fettered to

My anchor, firm, which cannot move

My view when lifted by this storm

My mind cannot define its form

Things were planned before my time

Places set in boundaries mine

Names and faces I have loved

My soul will fly to home above

18/4/2019

Fair Play Symposium Review: Where is the equity and inclusion in diversity?

Some insights in this review on diversity and access to the arts

Micaela Schmidt

What can I say? What should I say? For a fair play symposium, I have to say that the treatment of myself and fellow artists with disabilities was pretty… unfair.

In February, Diversity Arts Australia along with Creative Victoria hosted a Fair Play Symposium in Melbourne. This event launched Creative Victoria’s ‘Fair Play’ program’, which offers two years of equity and inclusive training to 20 creative organisations in Victoria. You can read more about the program here.

Thanks to Regional Arts Victoria and Murray Arts, I was offered a promo ticket to attend the symposium. As a regional emerging theatre maker, performer and teaching artist who is totally blind, I grab any opportunity that comes my way which will benefit my arts practice and allow me to network with others in the industry. So I was keen to get ideas, and hoped to be able to have input…

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The Tunnel – A Parent’s Latter Journey

The Tunnel

 

Entering a tunnel

Darkness closes in

And roads, once open for to travel,

Are behind, now growing dim

 

Tunnels within the tunnel

Are hidden, not in view

Another holds a lantern

Describes the roads I now can choose

 

Confusion reigns in darkness

Who is safe to trust

Suspicion fills the spaces, which

No longer are robust

 

A strange and lonely journey

Travelled without choice

The One who’s been my leader

I can yet hear His voice

 

Trusted Him in struggle

Trusted Him in peace

As promised He’s been present

Promise stands;

He’s present, He will lead

 

30/3/2018

Who is a Woman?

Who is a woman?

 

She is fragile; she’s strong

She can weep when she needs to…or burst into song

 

She stands – independent; she sits with her Kin

She builds her community…in spite of the din

 

She fights for the voiceless; she sits still with the lost

She can speak or keep silent…whatever the cost

 

She’ll look deep within; she’ll know when to seek help

She is healthy, proactive…she survives by her stealth

 

5/9/2017     For Women’s Health Week 2017

R U OK?

Are you ok?

Well may you ask – sometimes it just depends on the task

Or maybe the task has nothing to do, it may be the day is just a bit blue

Perhaps “just a bit” is a big understatement…life may paint blue as I walk on the pavement

I may be thinking I’m nothing of worth –  if the sun hasn’t shined, my thoughts just may not ‘work’

My burden, I may think, is just mine to bear…but those kindred of spirit can help burdens to bear

Some days I might not know the value of ‘we’ – if you welcome me in, we may help me be free

Ubuntu, I’m told, is the story of me…and the story of you…and the we, we can be

Are you ok?

Why not just ask?

We may find we’re friends, who help each walk through life’s task

Gina Schmidt          R U OK? Day           September 2017

A Heart Pierced

Assumed I, you would not see me

This, for us, not the pain to be

But stabbing, piercing agony

At tries to sever the heart and soul of thee

 

Eating, sleeping, snuggling you

A people’s person; loyal, true

Though you will seek to please, retain

They will puncture you, to stay the same

 

Affection will your offer be

To those who will not ever see

Your insight and your contribution

Dismissed, unseen, is your confusion

 

Loving, you will love complete

But many will not save a seat

A pierce-ed heart with bloody stain

Like mine, you will sometime sustain

 

4/12/2016