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The gliding leaf poem

I’d like you to imagine a crunchy, crispy leaf floating silently from the  gnarled oak tree towering  across the windy forest.

I’d like  you to  tightly clutch  this  fiery  orange, ancient  leaf  like a golden pot full of diamonds in the middle of the beautiful, fascinating  galaxy or a photograph of a perfect horizon.

I’d like you to call  this amazing, fiery coloured leaf your leaf.

Now please fill in this survey:

Does your leaf like to go swimming?
Has your leaf  ever been to school?
Would your leaf be friends with Elvis Presley?
Where would your leaf want to go?
Is your leaf wearing a t shirt?
Where would your leaf stay?
Does your leaf like dressing up?
Where is you leaf friend?
Is your leaf ok?
Who is your  leaf’s friend?
Has your leaf been taught how to dance?
Did your leaf ever go on holiday?
Does your leaf like brand new books just new from the book shop?
Is your leaf happy?

 

The Amazing Ocean

I’d like you to imagine the crystal-clear, azure ocean flowing smoothly under the beautiful, blended sunset.

I’d like you to hold tight on this magnificent ocean like it is the memories of your childhood or the time when you see your dog for the first time.

I’d like you to call this ocean, your happy place.

Now please fill in this survey:

Has your ocean been to the beautiful galaxy?
Has your ocean had a bad day?
Is your ocean wearing a colourful, glittery shirt?
How is your ocean?
Which ocean is your ocean?
When is your ocean going to be 10?
Does your ocean like Pepsi or Coca Cola?
Does your ocean like Messi or Ronaldo?

The feather of hope

I’d like you to imagine a soft, bright pearl puffin feather gliding gracefully on the  crystal-clear lake.

I’d like you to hold this pure, pearl dove feather like the memory of your first wish on a shooting star while you were viewing an eclipse or observing the amber sunset descending from the horizon.

I’d like you to call this feather your feather.

Now please fill this survey:

Has your feather ever worn a flint, grey bowtie?
Is your feather Spiderman?
Has your feather went to the beach?
Does your  feather play sports?
Does your feather behave at school?
Does your feather play games?
Does your feather drink tea?
Is your feather my friend?

 

 

 

 

Emotion

Love. I’d like you to imagine an adorable, dumpy  puppy staring into your soul with loving, hopeful eyes as it joyfully wagged its fluffy, golden tail.

Embarrassment. I’d like you to clutch the dreadful thought of the crowded seats and the stage, tripping over the wooden floorboard and the laughter like hyenas as if it was fools gold.

Anger. I’d like you to call my temper, your rage.

Now please fill in the survey:

Does your anger start with frustration?                                                                                                                        Has your madness ended in sadness?                                                                                                                          Does your fury have a friend?                                                                                                                                        Has your anxiety ever fought back?                                                                                                                          Can  your worry cause you trouble?                                                                                                                              Was your embarrassment ever brave?                                                                                                                          Did your love ever take over?                                                                                                                                        Would your love end disappointed?                                                                                                                              Why has your love shifted focus many times?                                                                                                            Why does emotion feel so strong?

SADNESS

I’d like you to imagine a terrible sadness drifting around your body like a turtle swimming in the ocean.

I’d like you to clutch this sadness in your mind like wishes that never came true.

I’d like you to call this sadness your happiness.

Now please fill in this survey:

Does your sadness go to school?

Is your sadness ever happy?

What hobbies does your sadness have?

Will your sadness ever make friends with a fluffy , cute polar bear?

Has your sadness ever played on the fragile shell of a turtle?

Does your sadness have a favourite food?

Has your sadness been taught to whistle?

Would your sadness choose a yapping dolphin or a wiggly jellyfish?

What does your sadness do at the end of the day?

Emotions if they were people

I’d like you to imagine the most joyful, loudest laughter covering the whole galaxy as fast as light.

I’d like you to carefully hold this sadness like you would gently carry a crying, new born baby to sooth it.

I’d like to name these emotions, your changing bursting emotions.

Now please fill in this survey.
Can your temper be happy?
Does anxiety like to dance?
Has your happiness ever broken the roof?
Has your sadness fell so far it reached the other side of the Earth?
Is anger a famous international pop star?
When did your anxiety go to the park for the first time?
Where was your happiness first found?
Are all of your emotions positive?
When were your emotions created?

Magical Saucepan

I’d like you to imagine the brightest saucepan frolicking around the fire.

I’d like you to steal this strange saucepan into your soul like a magical memory on a beautiful beach.

I’d like you to call this saucepan, your saucepan.

Now please fill in this quick questionnaire:

Does your saucepan wear a cap in winter?
What happens if your saucepan goes on a swing?
When is the saucepan’s next appointment a the pharmacy?
Will your saucepan be in a film one day?
Will your saucepan join a football club?
Does your saucepan like to go in a bubble bath?
Does your saucepan have a kangaroo as a friend?
What is your saucepans favourite type of music?  Rock or pop?
When you look at your saucepan, does it make you want to go on a long stroll in the countryside?
Should I trust someone with my saucepan?

The strangest clock ever known

I’d like you to imagine the loudest clock that chimes loudly like a lion’s roar.

I’d like you to hold this clock in your heart like you would with your family and friends, so bad hours fly by.

I’d like you to call this clock, your clock.

Now please consider answering these quick questions:

Has your clock learnt to tik and tock?
Does your clock eat chocolate biscuits and dip them in tea?
How does your clock shine like the sun second after second?
Can your silver clock dance and prance in the moonlit sky?
Should I buy your magical clock to be my friend?

Whispering Wind

I’d like you to imagine the whispering wind on a warm summer’s day, that blow your troubles right away.

I’d like you to hold this wind inside your soul, like that one special word that made you smile.

I’d like you to claim this wind as a your wind.

Now please answer these quick questions:

Does your wind like Harry Potter – if not, what does it like?
Has your wind gone to Area 51?
If your wind cackles, does the sun frown?
If it stops, do you need to take it to the nearest petrol station?
Would it rather go to Paris or Italy?
Who taught your wind to blow?
Has it paid all of its bills?
Can I too breathe in its fresh, morning air?

 

The Funkiest Footsteps

I’d like you to visualise the funkiest footsteps

dancing like autumn leaves on the wind.

 

I’d like you to grasp these footsteps in your mind

with the care that you might grasp money or even a cherished memory that is desperate to stay with you.

 

I’d like you to address these footsteps as a masterful routine.

 

Now, please complete this survey:

Is it true that your footsteps sing like Taylor Swift?

What do your footsteps like to be known as?

Do you footsteps want to be an astronaut?

Would your footsteps ever watch tennis or snooker?

Have your footsteps been passed down through a family?

Which is your footsteps’ favourite flavour of Walkers crisps, roast chicken, cheese and onion, ready salted or salt and vinegar?

Could we wear your footsteps all day?

Will your footsteps play for Arsenal, Bayern Munich, Real Madrid or Athletico Madrid?

When were your footsteps made?

Will your footsteps last forever?