Lines from the Mind

Sweat trickles, sticky shirt Hot air sears nostrils, Shimmering fried yellow hills in distance, Cicadas, a thousand chirps pressing in, Relief, cool ice-water laughs down my throat. Form I followed here: Line 1: Touch - Feel Line 2: Smell Line 3: See Line 4: Hear Line 5: Taste Success Criteria: Have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed. Place in the poem strong thoughts about the topic Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft. I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s. I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus. I can use and credit Creative Commons images. Images Credit: 5 Senses from Wikipedia , Summer adapted from Pixabay

Part of Professional Development today was to write something...yay! We talked a lot about our beliefs of writing - here is a pic: We read a poem and asked what is the sense of the poem? How did she write? What are the words she used a lot of? - look for verb use. WALT: To capture a memory using the 'feeling' sense mainly.  To use commas to separate ideas for the reader  To use ellipsis (can be used to indicate a pause in the flow of a sentence), fullstops and capital letters. Bush Shadows On inside rain-trapped days.... My eyes remember Bush dark ferns, manuka trunks, Sunlight strokes, Shaping shadows, My feet remember dirt track, dust covered boots, My face remembers light breeze just stirring, My body remembers stationary silence- leaning to beauty, My heart, my mind remembers peaceful colours, tranquil contrasts. Sunset dips, Night bucket fills, Painting black.

My beard stubble is grey your chin is young smooth but we all look the same to an alien. I'm taller You're shorter but we're both small in front of basketball player towers, and never ending space. I like touch rugby, thinking about God, my gorgeous wife and children, opening my eyes to new things and a thousand other likes, Your thousand passions are as different as sand grains, but we both have tastes. I hate graffiti the civil war in that country Not being able to connect with others, Your hates are as different to mine as snow flake patterns. If everyone was the same our colour would be grey and if nobody understood differences our colour would be black Can we be rainbows?

Black cat god arches, flicks her tail, art hieroglyphics revere felines across a thousand walls, centuries years old now. -----sand hourglass time trickle----- My black cat stretches Lazy in heated sun A God of just one family Scratching the door to be let out, to be fed. The mighty Nile Seasonal Floods Rich blessings for ------generations pass------ Dairy, cropping, forests, farms Stretch patchwork across Canterbury Plains Waimakariri scatters its braids sprawling to the ocean. Yellow Sand, clay walls seared in scorching sun, Neighbours crowded water carried dry the bones ----- existences come and go----- Christchurch city wood and brick dwellings stretched over flat plains,  meandering Avon Artesian crystal clear water piped  toilets, drinking, cooking Just turn the tap. Crowned Pharaoh supreme God of Pyramid, Sand and Nile Words that command life, death ------ time moves by---------- Commands wealth Captains of industry multinationa...

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...

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 i...