day five brought two voices
one day
same segregation
a night of stars
***
sickly child and predetermined words
flicker from page to
flicking the power fails
while some follow the mass
others raise fist protest
***
nothing was ever promised
nothing ever came fair, an invented entitlement
where no one is entitled
we have one pause
a tadpole before the jumping frog
comes wet and creaking
we forget the punctuation
we look at the pictures
only
your time will come
i will wait politely here until the time
and hope predicted don’t change
nothing
no more
we wonder for the phone is like a
little tablet
the tablet just a big phone
with no phone and a torch
so an half an hour spent
on ebay looking at those
to light the way
you see
we think we have a future here
do you
too?
the days come darker still
considering the night
white they peer
sadly into empathy
faces cloud
shoulders bowed
not so the beginning
look at it
look at it
no stars here no separation
the two become one
again
you see that your perception of things
is different from the others
hold it
hold it and you will find after time
some no longer see
today there is vacant parking at the church
it was one of those books
you know the sort you read over
something about a house
i seem to remember
one of the favourites
have the set up until then
and i expect she has written more
since
there is a boat house up cregennan
another down bontddu
making good photographs
good dreams
***
drama change to night terrors
when you cannot shift
the weight bearing down from hell or somewhere
else
hell is a story for control
for controversy
they come here spouting the belief yet
never ask for mine
***
fairies.
have a nice star symbol on the forecast
six sided
and while I hear rain now
on the cat slide
know there will be no walk early
again
have tear drop symbols too
which is correct so a good
job done here yesterday
it would be no good today
cat howled as i put her out
she slept on the dining room
table again
all the telling that the uncut moquette
is most comfy
goes unheard
preferring dark wood
each day I wash and polish
hoping for a change in attitude
i have stories on the shelf
may write them one by one
some day
as
yesterday I verbalised some
the job sounds fine
out and about
he liked that
the freedom
all came interesting yesterday
not the day before that just yesterday
morning mostly
friends since 65 perhaps
number of the year ago
then to dispel gathered energies
attacked the borders with a saw
and mallet
and the neighbour assisted
he a slight fellow too who brews
beer when the weather keeps him
indoors
enough done
the clearing
up
starts today
the phases planned ahead
i don’t go to town much now
we don’t need nothing that
cannot be delivered
good to hear that all are delivered safely
all are back home
again
interior days
come as comfort
rain soaking the neighbourhood about
ash left as reminder
then I think of him tidying
forgetting time in the
action
down the lane the wild wood
comes naked
a world of it’s own
the rocks show hollow
and no one comes no more
i think this must be winter
again
we ate cake, chocolate cake
with thick chocolate icing on
top
plus the usual buns
with one left ready
for today with coffee
there were four candles
each a different colour
bright
which I have saved
&
washed the little white
holders
all stashed in the proper place
in that dish on the kitchen shelf
above the table
i tidied it all a few weeks back
yesterday I won a writing challenge
&
did not mean to
I just wanted to tell it
how it is
really
later I attempted to trim
the hazel tree and succeeded
is there a hub bub
voices chattering more than usual
will there be large makings of coffee
there and fun?
we had fun yesterday with all the deliveries
opening boxes and moving water barrels
without the water
sploshed on the garden
today here james we shall
have a hub bub and chatter
you know
we shall have coffee and buns as
always
unless they ask for tea
you know
i never asked for earl grey
while staying at the hospital
not liking to make a fuss
under such circumstances
well you don’t
do you?
colder yesterday though possibly not as cold
as your experience over there
the greenhouse rearrangement came lovely
instigated by the accidental dropping of plants
growing from seeds gathered on walks
the wildlife garden
today the tiny things will be salvaged
nurtured in the warm
meanwhile i am constantly on leaf duty
while the terraces are cleared
the lower lawn is deep in golden
layers
a little each day
is just the ticket
alongside household chores and drawing
