Monthly Archives: May 2014

cyan

with ann.

side table holds the milk,
sugar, napkins, all agreed.
it is cyan.

his portriat is cyan,
cut carefully, a little younger,
dylan.

little garden, summers day,
her plant is mullein.

sandwiches and prunes
after aberystwyth school of art.

a splendid day, a very splendid cabinet.

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big school

given cutest toys,
they drew, charcoaled
evil monsters.

eyes bleeding lead,
fingers bled,
graphite stained.

asked to draw
things they loved,

created Things.

the novice drew her sewing set.

half term, big schoool.

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the last boat

four boats were sent. all much the same,
all differing,

oars to row.

a cross to bear.

three left, one remains.

the last boat.

in depth we drown.

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the last boat

. a complicated matter .

involved.

erasing of words. the text.

started a time back, my friend,
group of us , writing, illustrating,
coming together, moving apart
in miles.

a daily habit.

how to explain the heart
of this matter,

yet does it matter.?

words explain them selves,
as do pictures.

each one tells a story.

erasure.

he had a man’s gift

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double checking

a luxury, to have time
to check, doubly,
font and image.
to twice the normal extent
or degree.

things happen, we deal,
cards are set, dice thrown.

life moves on.

no time to double check,
change things before

is set in time , in memory.

two times,
in two ways

we multiply.

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pinning

soft stuff wool
unless is tapestry,
lasts a life time.

they say.

knitted, it needs
flattening, pinning
in squares.

choosing
carefully, pearl headed
fit for the task,
we pin
uncontrollably,
obsessively,
blotting out bullies
and other unecessary
items.

it is the wrong size.
some seek perfection.

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. the garden .

did you read some time ago,
about the old garden. the men
who felled the trees, lowered the terraces,
months of noise, clatter, tan llan.

do you know that on visiting,
gasped at change , beauty
quality of light.

it is a lesson to remind,
change can be a surprising

thing.

pleasantries.

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. valley of the widow.

grey day, rain.
bath taps.

this is the valley
of the widow.

this is the day.
writing the wall,
trees stand tall.

yellow flags, the route,
to glyn y weddw.

know these things.
life will bring. words
in books, paper air.

a name that still remains.

write it.

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.meifod.

near the marches.

it is my brother’s birthday
soon, , stopped
in the village to shop.

it is a good store, post
office at the back, steaming
gently, brown paper, calculating.

the candles are dear, just one pack left,
perhaps a power cut come lately?

anadin, i tidied, whilst i waited gently.

outside she wondered at the ivy
outside to inside the place.

some one moved gently
behind her.

i could not sleep with all
that wondering.

the wandering through
the marches.

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. did the curtain move.

did the breeze come
late last night, or did
some one slip into the room.

you were sleeping.

was there some one in the house
creeping

down the stairs. looking,
another time for thinking.

you were sleeping. now waking
wonder at the blessed company
of mindful thinking.

tidy the curtain.

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