Lines from the Mind

Dapples flicker leaf sheets wind blown branches dance shadows on the grass Torch reflecting light on words book hidden under the sheet with me reading late night parents asleep Darkness stolen centimetre by centimetre Sunrise. Hot sun through Sunday afternoon window Head nodding eyes drooping warm sleep.

In a vast universe room We are picked up By a giant hand Carefully placed on the glass slide. Lights blaze on And our opacity lowers Until self is revealed, Shadows inside out.

Mystery Not for the first time I sense something more It tugs at the corner of mist wrapped mind or maybe deeper than that somehow tugging at a corner of my mind that is connected to the universe. A mystery that is dark,  yet burns bright causes fear yet seems wrapped  in the deepest love imagined A journey that leaves me naked but wraps me in a wonderful light it opens, calls

Growing darkness Merges with the shadows of rustling, whispering trees Time of slow starlight reflection evolves into creation You stand cold wind edging your thoughts Looking at the stretched expanse shimmering star lights The world... universes... Made

Your browser does not support this audio GOLDEN MASK - Credit: Wikipedia Once I eternally slept nightmare tossing, dark traps sprung, death tonnes of pyramid granite fell on tunnelling robbers. I silently laughed but they relentlessly came for my riches. I am Mighty Pharaoh Army surrounding, protecting me, Servants entombed alongside ready for my royal decree. As robbers break last barriers I command; Disconnected Failed None responds My wealth plundered with pitch tar torches and scrabbling fingers, Even my face lifted in triumph Gone... Stolen security. Dreams now wrapped dry warmth again, Sensing walls once more Prying touching fingers, Unknown words painted on walls around, crude, not like the picture words that gracefully adorn my bandages, A tomb solid but disgracefully invisible like an empty soul window, They tap on my walls but so close to touching me they turn back. I laugh, The God's smile. I am stolen yet slum

Wind rustled thoughts In grass heads fringe Life at a distance. Fat wood pigeon swish cuts the air From five finger to dark hill hugging manuka Wind pulls low threaded sounds Through overhead pathway power wires, Intimate and expansive I'm a traveller in the moment Guest of a slice of time. Hopes and dreams circle My connections to this land Tuned to bell bird stories Sung from ridge to bush, and voices of children carefree in play exploration Somewhere beyond the trees. A land with a thousand voices Present and past.

Picture remixed from Pixabay.com. Can you see my eys? Excuse my squashed writing For I am writing this poem From inside a couch, Just yesterday, I fell asleep in the sun Streaming hot through the window And I slipped through the cushion gap To join the lost coins, gathered dust and dried food crumbs. I hear the outside world muffled by leather and foam I'm interior, you're exterior I hope you can read this note I slipped out. For I'm squish writing this poem From inside a couch. Success Criteria We read, "It's Dark in Here" a poem by Shel Silverstein to inspire us in our "point of view" poetry.... The boys followed this model closely and then with larger variations as they produced two pieces to reflect how writers have a point of view. The montages were produced with creative commons images using layering, masking and montage techniques with Pages on their macBooks. To write in a poetry style that has been given. To tre

Freestyle. Credit:  dpsdav at Pixabay.com A 6:30 am refugee from our warm kitchen, I was thinking about how invisible blocks in the mind can stop you from trying something new.  I had just emerged from the changing shed into the dark, having decided to give the outside fifty metre pool a try instead of the usual twenty five metre that I swam. As I walked across the tiles, I looked for a place that was open enough to view from the pool, to place my gear bag there. The signs around Jellie Park warned you about thieves although I thought thieves wouldn't be good at getting up this early for physical exercise. The chlorine from the pool was rising in mist off the surface, mixing in the darkness and floating towards my nose. I then assessed the lanes for one that wasn't too crowded and didn't have someone who was a powerful swimmer who would want to keep passing me. The plastic red and white discs of the lane seperaters dipped from the edge and lead off down both sides int

[Success Criteria: Poem written in Diamante form, high level choice of words used, captures the experience in words, designed with picture using great DTP techniques and skill.]

A Friends hand... Credit: Pixabay.com  In the welcome smile quick, “Hi” Sharing a joke, An invitation to sit beside A game to play together Moments shared. I journey from a part to whole from alone to included A friend ship voyage.

Danger - credit to Pixabay.com The clear blue sky had no hint of the blackness I would discover later as I clambered down the rocky path from the cliff-top to Pirate’s Bay in Dunedin. Behind me, my brother and sister had struggled to keep up and my parents who carried a picnic basket. On the beach and behind tussock covered sand-dunes were bunches of other families already enjoying the waves and sun drenched sand. We unpacked our basket, spread out the rug and Mum and Dad started getting lunch ready. My brother and I grabbed our new inflatable beach-ball and eagerly ran over the last of the dunes onto the beach. We started our epic brother battle with a game of force-back. We each tried to throw over the top of the other so they were forced back until they either stepped back too far or we were able to throw the ball past a certain point. As always I had the upper hand, maybe something to do with being older! Suddenly, as I threw the light multicoloured ball, the wind picked it up

Image from pixabay.com Time rises softly crashes in clangour of alarmbell intrusion Hand leaves warmth traveling cold air reaching bashing rude machine. Retreats to warm stillness, Restoring sleeps broken pieces Recreating cozy thoughts. Time rises softly drifting circling hovering on the edge, falls! Shattered mind rises rudely, First thought Late!