Zach (doing his design and tech homework): how do I find where the middle is on this A3 sheet?
J: just measure in 21cms
Zach (laughing his head off) : OMG that's so nerdy - how on earth do you just know that without looking it up?
J (laughing also): I do a lot of work in photoshop - I can tell you the measurements of all A size paper - A4 is 29.7cms by 21cms, A3 is 29.7 by 42!'
Zach (still giggling hysterically): That's so sad ...
J: I know
Putting words in sets that rhyme
might seem to be a waste of time
but it calms the screams inside my brain
and puts a blanket on the pain
damps it down enough to breathe
gives me respite from fatigue
I don't do it to create high art
It just stops me falling apart...
I don't want you to fix me
you don't have my permission
to pull down my supporting walls
and paint the rooms blue
or tidy my shelves
or make them brand new
you liked my exterior
but wanted to redesign
my interior to suit
your desires for
an upmarket residence
with room to extend
and a plot you can mend
but I want someone
who likes me for who I am
and maybe even likes me more
for who I'm not...
this is how our story ends
we were lousy lovers
and we're worse as friends
no-one's heart recovers
from the words we've spoken
freedom comes at such a cost
what we built we've broken
love's labours lost ...
Zach: Hi mum
J: Hi baby how was your day?
Zach: Well it was pretty annoying actually. We were supposed to be going for a walk around the village in Geography lesson but it was raining so the teacher said 'Get out Google maps' and we had to go on a virtual walk instead!
J: You're kidding!
Zach: No I'm not and what's more my virtual feet are very sore from all that virtual walking!
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings, Learn to use them, and fly. What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself in the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul? - Rumi (1207 - 1273)
J: Hey Zach I've just had a letter from your school Z: Really? What does it say? J: It says 'your child Zach has been identified as a highly intelligent student who should be expecting the most exacting standards from himself and should be thinking, even at this early stage, of progressing to the most advanced levels of education. In year 9 Zach will be invited to join our Galaxy Group enrichment programme, which is exclusively for students who have exceptionally high potential. This programme is intended to extend their portfolio of experience, hence making them more attractive to the more prestigious universities' Z (looking at me blankly): I have no idea what that means... J: I think it means they got you mixed up with some other kid!
Destiny looked me in the eye
Now tell me true and don’t you lie
Is that a tear upon your face?
Wild longings can your soul misplace!
If you don't hold your passions tight
You'll lose your way some starless night.
What dreams are these that make you cry?
Such dreams are sent to help you fly!
You weren't meant to sit and weep
For things you lose or things you keep
You were born for joy and love and laughter
And for life to be forever happy after
This blog is intended as the literary equivalent of a set of photographs. Snapshots in time if you like. I just wanted to capture moments in my life and those of my friends....Don't know if it works but that's the thought behind it. The music? Well I think life should have a soundtrack. And an occasional poem.....