some things just stop us in wonder
it seems there may be some connection
some call it a trigger
some things leave us cold and wondering what all the excitement
unlike the thing in cairo yesterday
obviously I have no photographs
I read the judgement just now and while ironing the cotton handkies consider my confession.
Some time back now I was in residence at Plas Newydd in Llangollen and read the lady’s diaries with an apostrophe.
They wrote their daily menus and so my entry included some of the found ideas. Yes, folk really ate that….and fish with liver sauces….
Thankyou for your pleasant comments. I have such sweaters. My two most comfy are….
The grey shapeless mohair over 50 years old bought second hand and other Nordic thing both warm and come gender fluid.
With capitals today.
a splendid name
you say you don’t like double spacing yet it all has to do with the rhythm, the beat
there goes a comma too
maybe we shall find a new tune tomorrow and see how the pattern goes then
like to change to take on ideas
we all like things different and that is ok
and I let him know
she sat on
the kitchen chair out back
in the sunshine
dressed plain except the floral
lips tight of concentration
she cut beans for dinner
runners from up the garden
i watched and remembered
Awake a while I have now my coffee and bun.
Have plans for the day yet it depends on supplies and temperature.
No news since we spoke. The pod cast was about the titanic yet I drifted off…..
The light is on over in the village and I wonder who it may be.
i looked for your work, your writing
with a comma , and would have copied and saved for you
yet it is gone for me too
should I move myself into that other space where folk may be more polite
or carry on regardless
for those that follow here
the gravel has not come
it will be delivered another day
meanwhile it all came lovely
unlike the noise of traffic and emergency sirens
she said they were heading for the coast while we hide as always
no, not a covid isolation thing
a wanting to be away from it thing
over the years
she said the garden looks opened up while I wait for it to grow lush around me again
we have two news visitors recently
oh we talked gravel yesterday
how they sent a substitute
that I had not ordered the wrong colour
explained I quite like things come random
that all was well with the path
yet not the politics
it is suggested i don’t go down that road
nor a few others
unlike you who can’t be bothered
you see occasionally you slip into mind
yet that does not mean I like you
will I eat the walnuts with raisins
from my mother’s saucer
then move the hour hand with my finger
shall I decline your invitation to walk
suggest a chat in open air
these are questions that need no answers
most things are past
done with then put away neatly into boxes
until that random bloody day the door flies opens
and it all spills out again
there a little cloud with teardrops
a wash of shadowed grey
they came and cut the oak tree
not down entirely. they call it
for he was worried it will fall
it still may yet that is
a different story
here there are old yews all about
with tree protector orders and love
from those below
who have insurance
who remember deportment and unfortunately
and may have preferred the predicted