Monthly Archives: December 2019

.coffi.

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

.a place of hope.

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

.peanut butter.

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

.a good idea.

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

.ordinary places.

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

.yew berries.

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

.the threshing floor.

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

.word search.

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

.so it goes.

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