having googled it says one may lose a pound,
not in old money, in lbs, you may have heard of them?
was printed in the back of exercise books along
with furlongs , rods and perches.
i tell you this you will gain
an insight for natural things,
and sleep intensely well.
so there will be a delay, yet the work will continue.
we shall think of you fondly, as we think of our own past,
how the shapes fit together, somewhat randomly and form
the creatures we are today.
there is no reason, no purpose to it all. just us. you and me,
cause and effects,
the butterfly’s wing.
so here on the night watch,
all is quiet , no birds sing.
touched by the small thing,
softly, we drew together,
with words, and gestures
in air, in mind.
touched by the old things
i draw and weave
the ways of night.
upload the black heart,
i write, edit, delete.
you cannot see,
do they leave a trace,
do you sense their meaning,
and the rhyme,
are there codes
between the lines.
is there something
in words not said,
or is it here,
when it comes..
the battery is low, yet it has to be said,
that the five are anonymous, the photo
is random to embellish the tale.
they wish to be private, yet cared for
when i am gone. a promise is made.
meanwhile they carry on. good
work, company and care. while
we need to recharge, move on.
different these days. i said it did not face south,
when it does, despite the hedge. i had talked about
the bournemouth days, the sea to south, the road
now here, it does not face the sea, the west,
yet i still thought south, so please do not
listen to a word i say. this is how my brain works
take the photograph
of the photograph,
we have chinese whispers.
we have the closing of the
house soon, wonderland.
removing all things metal,
placing sweet chestnuts
in corners. the outside
paint so very shiny,
there are five of us here, to be a help
and comfort. each one has a different
aspect of care.
nurture , protect while all is
we are diffrent shapes, size and strength.
take us, use us when required, overdue
does not work here.
cymer, a confluence of two rivers.
if one ran different, if each thought were deeper.
tide pools, north and south,
the moon fills and the current
stops a while.
our river runs east to west and as the tide pools,
stops a while.
take a leaf, watch a swallow, we could be different.
let the rush stop, stand a while, let us mingle,
north to south, east and west.
so he came quite early really,
little fuss or bother, drank
his coffee nicely.
as did the next one, with
news, that is taken positively.
so we move forward gently, knowing
now , the man that visited every
sunday, will do so
delivery is from 6 am to 7 pm,
so we gets up at 5 am to be
ready and decents, to find
a message to say it will
now be 9am at the earliest.
so we crept about the garden,
heard the owls and imagined
how it will all be.
the summer house.
you and me.