i drive home along a trail of buttercups
high with yellow
& filling roundabouts, here abouts,
i think this looks neat and tidy with my mind.
the coucil cuts it down, leaving dead bits around,
then slowly it turns brown,
maybe that is others’ version of tidy?
( thanks to Jo for the confirmation)
( urban slang ,
neat – expression that means something is wonderful, terrific, or cool.
tidy -to describe something, someone or some situation that is good or pleasing)
foot pads the landing.
the dog is tired.
at some point i realised i only have the new testament
given me by a child psychiatrist.
the other testaments are in welsh.
i mostly read english.
they have an extra garden
as well as their own.
up the hill by the red house.
walk up with tools and summer hats
it is a gift as they leave the lane alone
where all grows wild.
“excuse me, i should like to go on holiday in september please.”
fancy that! I shall go to the foot of our stairs”
” no, no, i should prefer the steppes in central asia; i like
to travel the continents”
” yes i am inclined to agree; it will be an uphill journey
for us both.
to learn, to grow & to rise in status
outside, the out building
we talked of the war, swallows overhead.
avoided the cockerel neatly on the lawn,
admired the rhubard flowering,
a dunkirk conversation,while sun shone.
even small boys mourn commentary
repeated, the small days of their lives.
they were brave men,
it is a good exhibition.
said her sister in law hoarded soaps
unused without the wrappers
and what good is that?
only good for sniffing
the lady on the bus did not understand .
why would she?
we are all different, like differing things.
some like objects on our surfaces
to abbreviate or admire
while some come minimal.
it is a memory that
we used to ring bells together
in the town church
a couple of miles from here.
she did not recognise me
as look older
as does she.
sister in law lived alone
maybe she liked the company of things
rather than the bellringer.
got to snipping in the garden
feel the rain, continue cutting.
watch the snail, see the wet earth
where the nuts are uncovered now.
last year’s hoard.
he said it only takes one line to start
and i agree.
if i were you, she said.
i would not do that.
no one can be me, except me
I shall do
as i choose
with all the consequences
the spelling difficulties.
why even discuss such an impossibilty.
some of us stays quiet.
i say again.