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.coffi.

quiet day yesterday
there was a mistake so we did not go
out for the day as planned

nice day at home so all
is clean and tidy; the green

gloves found and put with others
ready

i bought them expensive in gretna

we seem to focus on that which we deem
dearer
a luxury to buy

maybe i think i do not deserve
an overlap from former days

i hope you are enjoying your coffee
pods

the word here is coffi
it comes natural now

.a place of hope.

we find it when the rain stops,

light comes through. yesterday morning

looked nice.

find it in the leaves scattered in piles waiting for the wind

to scatter

hope in the plane flying over

run out to see

i found hope in the mountains here

a home, a refuge plain

and simple things, the ordinary

become as sacred in our life

and brings a sort of hope

we can hold onto

cherish inside of us

without

there may be

nothing……..

small birds sing

.peanut butter.

marmalade is good and tangy
tingles the tongue buds

i find the peanut stuff may not
be to my liking

i cannot even taste it maybe
it is a childhood thing
a memory

it has rained here and
that partcilar tree i see
from the window still
has green leaves
unlike the others

looks deco

since i started the last
sentence light changed
the whole cameo before
me

before me hangs the day
beautiful in the now absence
of any timetable

our trip out cancelled
due to weather and other
sociabilities

i did not worry about the cloth
until the texture changed with
a years washing when came the
bobbles

so i desire egyptian cotton
smooth against the skin

expensive at my expense

.a good idea.

things come together with time and patience i find
then
sometimes they do not
and what then?

yes curses at what is and at what came before

a true sailor will suck lemons with grit
and a parrot upon the shoulder

i used to say soldjer and cannot spell it
properly

that has become a word here now for use
in the present time
with all the wars and conflicts

folks die

i should say killed

i imagine you a pirate, with stripey trousers
and a large black patch

on imagining things
sometimes scare myself silly

so the day begins here again and i find i
prefer cotton pillowcases so will discard
those others

they will make laundry bags for travelling

a good idea

.ordinary places.

here we like the ordinary

travelling to such places
yesterday
though

bala became extraordinary
the trees come gold
dark birds flocking

down the centre of town
an avenue in fall

and the day came divine

so much changed since the
birth day

so much improved yet
the past remembered
the now appreciated

even with the current
issues

really
it must be the time of year
this restlessness and reflection

mirroring
here and there

here we have changed our seating
to face the fire and candle, the house

cat joins us
except there is only me
when i say we it is a habit
gone on long

and

we don’t mind

it is comfortable here

.the threshing floor.

refer to wiki, copy, paste and arrange, so the pattern becomes a shape

words change, become rearranged

contains a root and a suffix. that suffix has undergone numerous changes, for people try to identify it with some word that could make sense to them. what remains unclear is not this process but the semantic leap.

we are missing the moment at which the threshing floor, however primitive,

began to denote the entrance to the room.

or the beginning of another world, another

phase in life

while

board marks the holding place

stopping the grain spilling outside

floors came slightly sloped to stop

the water piling, to keep the seed

dry

for seed it is and healthy

unless dampened

note the firstborn here

who tasted before

and died

so we move forward

colder now the door is closed

a while

he said he was amused, and she

explained that he probably meant

bemused

to remember this so not to offend

words change; meanings lost until

we look again

research.

the doorway

.so it goes.

sorry to hear your news
so it goes

travelling the land
walking the roads
helps pattern settle
into shape

words come and days are calmer
tarmac spattered with orange
gold leaves the branches

fall lightly until the frost

then a sudden drop

your friend is missing
we survive another day

we have put our clocks
back where they were

no one seems to know
the truth of it no more

we all see differing things
i learned yet again yesterday

.decline & fall.

to decline

to say no, or even to fail softly with a sloping line

with b lead pencil

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

related to weight & gravity

like a

thick black ink line ruled sharply down

ending with an abrupt grand splatter

unless we are talking of autumn the gold

time which comes gentler with occasional winds

and related sweeping

autumn comes softly so

we fall

.is a hole.

there is a hole in the ground

it was not there yesterday

there is a tear in my vest

which is really new too

one day the phone works and

the next day it doesn’t

all things gets broke

don’t work

you can mend them now

not buy new

remember how he mended your mother’s plate

for the memory, souvenirs can come cheap

the glue showed brown on drying now

it becomes habit, a signature dish

it was suggested i have a little shop

to sell the twigs and badly mended

things

seriously why not

these also have a value

then the car worked yesterday

now it does not

it is a hole unlike any other

it appeared overnight and while i am small

i can try, take my time to fill it up again

with earth and other things

.my heart.

my heart is quiet

i do not feel it beating yet

the rhythm is there

my heart is silent

while all comes well around

yet roused it will sound

louder

come the other days

come the sadder ways

heart is there just there, look

&

i think my soul is thereabouts

where the feelings come and pain

or gain

quietness

again

they say it is the brain that does the thinking

yet

we may also listen to our heart

carefully

falling