I spent my formative years in New Zealand growing up – luscious green grass, cold, cold air, wide open spaces, and my beautiful dog “Sandy” – I remember not being a good speller, sadly not much has changed ( no it has improved), I did not like my English class because I could never understand writing poetry or doing comprehension; they were my worst, oh and reading out aloud – I was not a good reader so the nuns would see fit to make me read out loud and then the other kids would tease me when I got it wrong… so not a good memory of English class. Hence I have never written a poem……

Anyway the purpose of this blog is because I have written my first poem, quite by accident. I was coming back from a trip to Sydney flying QANTAS and just finished watching a film called  Words and Pictures with Clive Owen and Juliette Binoche – it was about and English teacher and an Art teacher who were inspiring their students in the respective subjects – which is better? words or pictures? … I did enjoy the movie: When it finished I looked out of my window and looked at the clouds  I picked up my pen and note book and this is what transpired: I think it is a poem! what do you think?

Above the clouds

High above the clouds
My thoughts soar,
through my mind
What to do?
often I search the sky above,
to find what I seek,
now
high above the clouds I see
that
to find what I want
I have to search
well within the depths of me.

The Depths of me
Wow how complicated
that would be
how to define those layers so deep
one by one, layer by layer
page by page,
breath by breath,
heart beat by heart beat,
inward the search begins,
to discover the depths of me.