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