Week 4 - Ek Phrasis

1.
Bulls lock
Fire and mud make
Space and shape.
I see you
      Eye to Eye.

2.
three stand
like sisters like brothers
Yellow on a free open blue.
Tracks
Shadows making tracks.

3.
Black lines
Make The Labarynth.
   His creation. His monster
And red marks
             South
             East
             West        and
            North.
Enter here.

4.
Straight lines and moving circles
Peace they say.
Find peace amd move the sand
      into              lines.
No Castles.
          Please.

5.
Moat
Circle
Stone
Circle
Lets dance and sway under teh setting sun.
This is how we worship here.
Reconstruction

6.
Picture
Four stone pillars
Supporting a crown.
steps
   And the gold domed ceiling
So much light
     the lense has caught stars
piercing the pillars.

7.
Red
Red shadow
Orange red.
looming out against as infinite blue. Except.

8.
A key
With an eye.
Aturtle swing legs round to walk.
And
   a pot.

9.
City.
Buildings climbing. Clambering.
Eating each other.
To get up. To get to the top.
Orange and yellow and white and red.
teetering above the waters edge.

10.
Up
light streams.
Falls.
Takes colour
leaves light.
How tall How far.
Tumbling
taking
Singing.
      Light.

Week 3 - Diary form

11:15
-Well you've got the right background-
If I could be as cool                        myth
  - Safe.
Shakes. Too much                not enough                  conversations
          Leaflets. I always wonder

11:30
I took the stairs
I don't climb the stairs
thumping. Like elephants up                       stairs

squeeking doors

Just me and the book
                 on another floor?

Yellow van. man

It's not a conversation you want to share -
you're stood so far away.

11:45
two flights of stairs down.
left. lawn mower
mubling traffic.
    -I remember thinking what a stupid day to
be mowing the lawn -
            WELCOME TO THE OLD ORCHARD
I can see my own breath.
Dots on my glasses
Dots on the paper
A million dots on the water's surface.
    "All you see you don't want to see"

For a moment the birds sound like they do in the
film the "Secret Garden" and for a moment I don't
hear the cars.

12:00
                                             cave-womb.
Pink. Red. warm.
I smoked.
          it's pretty quiet on account of the rain
                                                        I guess.
                                                                    Perspective
This is a good place.                                      Sounds
metalic and hollow but wonderful and pleasing.
                                                             a good
place to feel space.
        see blue
               hear rain,
                         . Over flowing

Introduction

I am simply posting work that has been completed within this course at my university.
These poems are un-edited and this is my first attempt at writing in the context of being taught how to do so.