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[scriptedmink]

Graduation

Because my best education

Occurred on days

When I had nothing but everything

In a beat up lounge

A haven

Bedraggled couch

Carpet of threads

That bore

The word Safe

Walls that saw many a night

Of laughter

Many a day coloured green

Exchanging gold stars

Friendship

Painted

On ripped posters

Rock and metal

Smoked hoki night

Mama Ms BBQ Christmas

A required memorial of Youth

Graduation of Reality

Postgrad Growing Up

[scriptedmink]

The Silence in Sound

The lilacs sing ‘tis time to go’

The Rivers’ giggles bubble then flow

‘If I made a boat, then I would row’

You shout it loud-

It comes out slow…

A dream-like substance, your voice must wade through

The long grass points, but you must stay true

To your right the oak is cliché wise;

‘instinct will surely lead to your demise’..

Raising  a barky eyebrow to your surprise

So you run, legs cartoon, spinning fast

Mind ever jumping in the past

A forest upon you.. cool and vast..

Notice each leaf float, one by one,

Then all together, all at once,

Their speedy decent to earthy ground,

Your eyes spinning flora-

So you just lay down

The air sits still to whisper softly

Your bones to the ground

‘the sound is silence, the silence is sound..’

[impossibletimemachinemilksh-blog]

“ I fell to earth on soft ground/ In a mound of pillows and whiteness/ and all around me were boulders, round as shoulders and beckoning me to set foot, bravely / amongst the blue stones/ and the sounds were softly growing / from the deep/ So I stood up on tentative feet/ Venturing slowly into the sweet green-blue- world/ of earth/!I was a fern, a Fey, a feary child dressed in grey/ my fronds unfurled/ surrounded by / the footprints where once I lay/ Looking up to the Firmament of stars/ No need for Mars/ stumbling slowly into holy blue / these amazing discoveries / and always the blue stones sound so I can hear their voice so loudly/ and always the blue stones voice rising up so pure, from the holy ground to hold and guide me” - poem for today - Blue Stone Sounds (c) katzolitamason 2018 All rights reserved #bluestones #poemsofinstagram #katzolitamasonpoem #kateblumsky #katzolitamason #nzpoets

[impossibletimemachinemilksh-blog]

My father as a child (bottom left), ❤️with his father Frank and his mother- my grandmother Jessie. ❤️Jessie is again in the picture on the right- They said she would sit at the piano and sing and that she resembled a gypsy with her slightly darker skin. Sadly my fathers father died when he was seven and my father R. A. K. Mason also died when I was seven, without knowing for certain that I was his child. It’s all so sad but I am so grateful to know who my biological father is from the age of 46 onwards using DNA testing, detective work and simple math. It has helped me enormously by knowing who my father is to feel I know myself better and, although departed, I feel their presence in my life in a positive way. ♥️💜🙏 #rakmason #katzolitamason #familypictures #jessiemason #frankmason #ronmason #poet #nzpoets

[impossibletimemachinemilksh-blog]

“ She rose out of the earth like a bright parrot /like a kea or a kaka / a fun loving sometimes too-bright mess of solitude and wings and darkness/ All the paradoxes of the world spun into her mind / on one side the wings were a drab brown and on the other a myriad of rainbow colours/ Always in flight even in stillness/ flamingo love and gypsy kindness/ I borrowed her garments once on my way to the mansion/ I borrowed her laugh and still compassion/ was lost in a world of flaming illusion/ Returned at last to the place from where all peace surpasseth /. (C) katzolitamason 2018 All Rights Reserved. So this is My Poem for Today. Based on a photograph and after my favourite New Zealand bird- the mischievous kea. #poemsofinstagram #poemkatzolitamason #kea #nzbird #brightcolours #rise #poet #nzpoets #mason #katzolitamason #flamingo #wellington