gently gently make those little
amendments
make things interesting
move it about

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.