Monthly Archives: June 2016

homeless

the bear is very tired today,

has stayed in bed. we have

the linen sheet.

left rumpled now.

slowly we dreamed

we became homeless

again.

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new chives

growing well, so we took you out

the glass house in to air not expecting

thundrous rain. we returned to find you

battered.

our apologies……

we will love you and nuture you

again

back in the green house.

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words

. found verse .

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fancy!

31. dark & tiny hand.

the upper room

a slight noise, you look up as it leans toward you,

is the floor falling?

will it crash, leave you laying there surrounded?

the books are heavy.

push it back, yet it will not stay, comes out again.

calmy hold it with one hand, remove all the objects with another,

yes all of them , avoiding disaster.

you can place them around about without letting go.

it seems a similar thing happened further north.

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midges

there is a dead sheep in the lane.

pushed to one side away from

the passing.

traffic may have hit it, or it went

natural?

we walked on up near the copper

mine , a darker place yet

the forest came light.

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mill

i assumed she is your mother, i watched you

both so kind to each other.

apparently.

i could not walk yesterday, was working.

the drive home that feeling came again,

after all those years.

the news was devastating. please be kind

to another.

sunday.

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a place of bells

on occasions we go further than we did before.

the patch of dark is from the trees, a marking

place. the field of bells beyond. we have not

walked there since her mother died. we can

hear the people talk up on the precipice, look

they move slowly.

two are wearing orange, i think that they cannot see me.

i often say we, as if there are two of me. we stood

in the darker place.

turned,

and walked home again.

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skinned

it hurt so much we walked extra.

took the mind of it. edwin says

it usually stings a lot.

we pulled the skin back, cleaned

the grit off, then laid it carefully

back.

later i met robby’s mother

in the lane, and agreed the

forest looks dark and bogey

today.

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in my garden

i wish i wrote like you guys, wish it were more direct.

it has been noted as abstract, yet i cannot see that.

he wanted a garden, this one. we looked

at other houses, he wanted this one.

with

a garden as seed for the future.

when he died i let it grow and hid here. now

i tidy , grow seeds for the future.

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in time

in time

i will leave you six

items,

like he said.

five you say you want,

one to mend some things.

the bear, the other bear,

the others plus

a pin.

encapsulated.

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