Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

13/08/2020

Number and Letters

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield


I sometimes mix up my numbers and letter

A capital A turns into a 4 

B’s turn into 8’s and E’s turn into 3’s

I sometimes confuse my p&q for 9’s maybe even g’s

My T’s turn into 7’s even O becomes a 0 

2’s and 5’s can be an S or Z 

A lower case b becomes a 6 

On the rare occasion, even a 7 can be an L or a lower case l turns into a 1

A capital I can trick my brain and turn into 1

The strangest though is when I say 9 instead of n.

It doesn’t often happen maybe once in a while

when it does, please don’t rush or laugh at me help me 

give me time to correct myself 

I often realise my mistake when I say it a couple of times

I often say out loud 4 when I mean to say A 

I don’t know if it has a name, but I do know I’m not alone

In confusing my numbers and letter that look the same.

It can be down to how it’s written or my brain can be having an off day

I don’t know why or how it happens but all I have to say

Is sometimes on the rare occasion I mix my numbers and letters that look the same.

S0 1f y0u h4v3 7h3 54m3 pr0613m 4s m3, d09’t w0rry y0u’r3 9ot 41on3, i7’s r3411y 9ui73 fu9 wri7in9 1n num63rs 4nd l3773rs wh3n y0u kn0w wh1ch 0n3s l00k 7h3 s4m3.

If you can read what it says above you have an amazing brain 

don’t worry if you can’t I’ll repeat it for those who struggle to understand letters with numbers

though it’s probably fair to say you don’t have the same problem as me

So if you have the same problem as me, don’t worry, you’re not alone, it’s really quite fun writing in numbers and letters when you know which ones look the same.

It’s not dyslexia, and it’s not dyscalculia I think it’s something in between 

Perhaps it’s unknown or doesn’t have a name 

I suppose I’ll just keep on mixing up my numbers and letters

It doesn’t need a name; I quite like not knowing as I know others have the same  

So I’m a writer who confuses numbers and letters when I say them out loud

I know I’m not going insane or the only one, 

I just have a brain that sometimes likes to have some fun.


16/07/2020

Christmas Time

Hey Thinking out loud here xx :D

This week I have decided to upload a poem, given that we are now less than five months away from Christmas I feel like it ok to post a Christmas poem, it’s a little reminder that Christmas in NZ and in the rest of the southern hemisphere is a little different to the cold snow-filled Christmas up in the northern hemisphere. 


 

Christmas Time

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield


Presents sitting under a tree

decorations hanging for all to see

its that special time of the year

Christmas is once again here


St Nicholas, St Nick, Santa Clause, Father Christmas

these are the names that are known

for the man in the red suit, black boots, and long white beard

the man with the twelve flying reindeer,

the sleigh that goes faster than the speed of light,

takes him all of one night.


Children screaming, families rejoice, its the happiest time of year

the sun is shining the beaches buzzing, that’s right its summer here

sometimes it rains but it’s still hot out, singlets, short and jandals are whats worn

put away those jumpers, scarf gloves and woolly hats,

no snow will ever be found here, not in New Zealand at this time of year.


Its the arvo on the beach, swimming in the surf and sandcastle competitions

slip, slop, slap and wrap up don't get burnt, as the sunbeams down

this is Christmas in the southern hemisphere

barbecues are plenty, maybe a pavlova or two,

we still have the Christmas cake and pudding

some British traditions still remain

don't forget the arvo nap, the smelly farts, feet up

kids don't wake dad he's been up all night


the night draws in its time for the Christmas films

none though show Christmas in the southern hemisphere

so snow again it is, no sunscreen there, its woolly hats, gloves and scarfs

give us the sunnies, beachgoers and surf that’s are Christmas, down here

Santa in his Christmas suit, jandals on his feet no snow boots here, please

this is a New Zealand Christmas

this is the Christmas way in the southern hemisphere


12/03/2020

Changing Seasons

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield

The days are changing, getting shorter, the nights grow longer and colder, 
the need for wrapping up warm becomes more evident.
Wearing socks on a night and a big jumper shows how the season is changing, 
shorts and singlets will soon be a distant memory,
 the Summer heat will soon become a dream.
Days of 15 degrees will become a new reality, 
days stuck inside while the rain pours, 
keeping plants and trees alive before the harsh heat of Summer will once again return. 
Nights of 4 degrees, wind howling, trees rustling, 
thunder banging and lightning crashing as the endless storms roll on overhead, 
while you lie in a warm bed, listening to the music of the night.
The cold you know won’t last long, but while its here, 
you can’t help but hope soon for the warmth,
 the beach days and late nights outside, with loved ones around.
For now, you settle with, movie days, game days,
hot chocolate and warm comfort food while you pass the time, 

in the coming months of shorter days, longer colder night.