quiet day yesterday
there was a mistake so we did not go
out for the day as planned
nice day at home so all
is clean and tidy; the green
gloves found and put with others
ready
i bought them expensive in gretna
we seem to focus on that which we deem
dearer
a luxury to buy
maybe i think i do not deserve
an overlap from former days
i hope you are enjoying your coffee
pods
the word here is coffi
it comes natural now
we find it when the rain stops,
light comes through. yesterday morning
looked nice.
find it in the leaves scattered in piles waiting for the wind
to scatter
hope in the plane flying over
run out to see
i found hope in the mountains here
a home, a refuge plain
and simple things, the ordinary
become as sacred in our life
and brings a sort of hope
we can hold onto
cherish inside of us
without
there may be
nothing……..
small birds sing
marmalade is good and tangy
tingles the tongue buds
i find the peanut stuff may not
be to my liking
i cannot even taste it maybe
it is a childhood thing
a memory
it has rained here and
that partcilar tree i see
from the window still
has green leaves
unlike the others
looks deco
since i started the last
sentence light changed
the whole cameo before
me
before me hangs the day
beautiful in the now absence
of any timetable
our trip out cancelled
due to weather and other
sociabilities
i did not worry about the cloth
until the texture changed with
a years washing when came the
bobbles
so i desire egyptian cotton
smooth against the skin
expensive at my expense
things come together with time and patience i find
then
sometimes they do not
and what then?
yes curses at what is and at what came before
a true sailor will suck lemons with grit
and a parrot upon the shoulder
i used to say soldjer and cannot spell it
properly
that has become a word here now for use
in the present time
with all the wars and conflicts
folks die
i should say killed
i imagine you a pirate, with stripey trousers
and a large black patch
on imagining things
sometimes scare myself silly
so the day begins here again and i find i
prefer cotton pillowcases so will discard
those others
they will make laundry bags for travelling
a good idea
here we like the ordinary
travelling to such places
yesterday
though
bala became extraordinary
the trees come gold
dark birds flocking
down the centre of town
an avenue in fall
and the day came divine
so much changed since the
birth day
so much improved yet
the past remembered
the now appreciated
even with the current
issues
really
it must be the time of year
this restlessness and reflection
mirroring
here and there
here we have changed our seating
to face the fire and candle, the house
cat joins us
except there is only me
when i say we it is a habit
gone on long
and
we don’t mind
it is comfortable here
a tragic happening when
history and the day collide
each taking care of their own
as we should
darker hours are comfy now
still
the mind wanders
the third tree in the lane is bare
now
leaves scattered
while at the gate the pheasants
flew up whirring
i stood steady in wonder
watched the dark bleed
across the sky
watch birds scatter from the yew
note the fallen fruits
chilly yet i found
three logs warm the room
nicely
and lasts long enough
i hope your sister is well
refer to wiki, copy, paste and arrange, so the pattern becomes a shape
words change, become rearranged
contains a root and a suffix. that suffix has undergone numerous changes, for people try to identify it with some word that could make sense to them. what remains unclear is not this process but the semantic leap.
we are missing the moment at which the threshing floor, however primitive,
began to denote the entrance to the room.
or the beginning of another world, another
phase in life
while
board marks the holding place
stopping the grain spilling outside
floors came slightly sloped to stop
the water piling, to keep the seed
dry
for seed it is and healthy
unless dampened
note the firstborn here
who tasted before
and died
so we move forward
colder now the door is closed
a while
he said he was amused, and she
explained that he probably meant
bemused
to remember this so not to offend
words change; meanings lost until
we look again
research.
the doorway
it is colder here and the news comes even colder
listened and changed to the music channel
seems it was some years ago i saw the glass opera live
memories reminded via my internet web, unnecessary
as curled round the past coils back into mind until tea
prompts the fingers into drawing it out
on screen
it is settled here now into the patterns and lines
i drew some time back and am now filling in the
background
it makes a muddled picture
some say i have not found my voice yet
as things keep changing
as the colours move
as the seasons roll round
yet
my work on the decline and fall
was chosen
this week
vertigo
sorry to hear your news
so it goes
travelling the land
walking the roads
helps pattern settle
into shape
words come and days are calmer
tarmac spattered with orange
gold leaves the branches
fall lightly until the frost
then a sudden drop
your friend is missing
we survive another day
we have put our clocks
back where they were
no one seems to know
the truth of it no more
we all see differing things
i learned yet again yesterday
