gently gently make those little
amendments

make things interesting

move it about

found a new way to focus

block out the bad
the negative thought

not many liked it yet
I knew I had learned some thing
valuable

something to remember

little bits of paper

shredded

&

kept

until useful

sms

the air moves

on my face.

i turn

look past the curtain

i sometimes sit and think of this, sometimes   dream
in bed, often in yellow.

or blue which
 
covers the

land in places, my eyes           smarting.

said he didn’t watch it much while things are unsettled

over there

a poor choice of word maybe

perhaps not alarmist.

we asked if he referred to the war

which we consider affects us all

he nodded then sat down in his garden chair

into the wild wood

feet plant into earth

again

skin sharp with lingered  frost

dust motes sing my heart high

do we describe what we see or maybe
tell the tale inside
 
round the corner on the wall
are the bullet holes

yes

talked of this yesterday while walking
the neighbour on his bike, his mother
polish

my name from a refugee

the

trauma not shared
one is alone
&
it deepens

i take your words & use them

thankyou

numbers do have meaning

we now descend into darkness,
drawn into night,

mistakes crossed, all can see
the errors ,the blots,that soak
the skin, the stain within.