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
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.
one slip is all, one step too far, the world turns around . no control, no eating, disorder abounds. watch the ornaments fly…..
concentration gone,
move now one
paragraph at a time.
tidy beach
soft sand and honest stones
to be fortunate here
yet
some come to spoil things..
we find it when the rain stops,
light comes through. yesterday morning
looked nice.
the back road was
littered, rather blustery.
today
we have a darker day