Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Strange Words

My kids play word games, and the latest has come out with this:
'I feel only revetment for the bony hand of the regolith!'
which beats their last try of;
'Psychopathically wangling doubloons!'
sometimes I worry my kids are nuts, other times I just enjoy it :-)

Still trying to get the last bits sorted for xmas but so tired with my sore wrist!
still have a day or two left!

Monday, 17 December 2012

Not a good start!

Had two wonderful party's this week end and should be happy and relaxed, sadly my wrist is sore and my trip to A&E has shown that it inst broken, but one handed typing is slower so I shall just wish you a happy Christmas and a happy New Year.

Monday, 10 December 2012

Time is not going slow enough

I am up against the time only a few days to Christmas and I haven't done all I need to do yet!
great plans went astray, work came first, kids next and my life somewhere down at last! as a reaction I have been typing up my poetry form earlier in the year and wallowing in it! I love writing my poetry and making say what I want it to :-).

I have also been having an exciting week last week;

We had a visit by Cathy MacPhail who was amazing, she took our fifth year and spoke for just shy of an hour to a quiet interested group who asked questions and went away talking about her work and ideas! Then she talked to our 2nd year who are a more restless bunch at the best of times but they sat in awe. She caught them and took them with her on her adventure  she led them to new ideas, and new places to see. Cathy was amazing, the 2nd years didn't all rush away, for lunch, but stayed to talk and ask more questions.
I was able to get her visit due to funding raised by the parent council and I can never thank them enough, she was wonderful.

My next day was spent in a meeting and getting my new car! we are back to a two car family again as my oldest needs more practice to pass his test. Never bought a car myself before and it was scary!

My craft plans for the Christmas gifts are late and my address book has gone missing! nothing much to worry me then! Ha I will cope, I have done every other year :-).

Back to getting sorted for Christmas and work and...

More poetry

Brief Poem written to get the feelings out!

I saw Him on the platform as we pulled out.

Half glimpsed                                     -                              Half seen

Half-light                                              -                              Half remembered

Lost face                                              -                              Lost soul

Someone dead and gone             -                              Someone who isn't

Just caught                                         -                              All remembered

Ache returned                                  -                              Loss raw

Empty space                                      -                              Forgotten pain

From a figure                                     -                              Dark badly lit

Passing station                                  -                              Late night

He’s there                                           -                              He’s gone

Fresh pain, sadness                        -                              Mind tricking

Tears fall.

Travelling Haiku

Just a brief Haiku I wrote while late night train travelling!

Eclectic Mixture.
Time Passing, train travelling,
Late night journeys on.

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Sun Filled autumn afternoon

Just a poem about a sun filled afternoon! Written late October 2012.

Sun Filled afternoon

Gentle buzz of background noise, the warmth of the sun and the rustle of a few choosers picking
Getting caught up, then customer!
Following the thread, watching the latest CPD checking your…
Bright winter sun streaming in, low and warm inside, sharp and unforgiving outside.
Babble of voices hum of hoover, tick of metal shelves warming up, distant classes…
Can I help, what do you like to read, have your tired this? Have you seen that?
Distant doors, murmur of classes and the odd raised voice, teacher making a point.
Gentle tick of the clock, 20 minutes to day end, racing the sun to bed.
Sorting to get put away, piles of discarded books like chrysalises left behind.
Thick books, thin books, adventures and crimes, cook books and car books…
Passing footfall, chatting seniors, getting louder as the time counts down to bell.
Phones ring and get answered, staff work, and pupils listen, or do or chat or…
Bags rustle, food bags, clothes bags, homework bags, school bags, carried, discarded.
Things shared, things told, laughter, shock. Time passes and 15 minutes to day end.
Same again, choosing far too easy, no challenge, but a quick read, don’t expect to see you back again.
The ones who stand and think, who pours over the books like they hold the future.
The ones who giggles in shoulder to shoulder, take what they do if there are two copies.
The ‘But I don’t read Miss’s who need the ideas teasing out of them, what do you watch? Like?
My Favourite the ‘Oh I love this Miss’, ‘have you got the latest?’ ‘I’ll try it is you think it’s good’.
Plants happy soaking up the sun, and books looking like a strange stain glass display of stories.
Bong of bag hitting metal chair, bang of hand tapping desk, sound of impatient seniors waiting on the end of day.
Ten minutes left, voices tired and uncaring, classes changing tone, louder or silent.
Bringing to mind the jobs needed to wind up the library, the chores for tonight.
Must switch off the lights, close down the machines, put away the last recent books.
Last ditch quick look to find, not focused but aware of the time.
Work finished, choose your book quickly.
Short books, quick reads, graphic novels and where’s wally, please move on.
In the adventures, Hogwarts, treasure islands, being a cherub, skeleton detective, why yes.
Halloween just past, werewolves win, horror to keep them happy.
Wander past middle earth, browse over discworld, decide that you have wasted enough time.
Left empty handed, strange feeling of being cheated.
The worlds hidden in the library, just open a book to release and free.
Returning not choosing, question, my card got washed! Plastic is okay to be washed.
Sun shining in lower, other buildings blocking the bottoms of the windows.
Diffused sunshine painting temporary lines on spines of dreams.
Bell, doors, feet, rush, noise, stamping, laughing, shouting, farewells, wait ups.
Rush and push of escape, but from what I am not sure.
Peace, silence, distant cars and buses leave.

I hope you enjoy it, still makes me feel like I am still there, minutes to home time.