i find beauty in soap
the look the meaning
the cleanliness
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.homonyms.
*to be spoken in clear voice…
*to be spoken in clear voice…
howard rose profoundly swearing ; his end perforated with a rose thorn from the thicket
his friends found his behaviour boring, wondering what he had been boring down there in the hedge
howard removed his suit to apply the ointment to his wound, yet it did not suit his skin.
he felt inclined to seek help for this affliction, got up to quickly and fell down the incline.
‘darn it’ he yelled,’ now i have ripped my trousiers and do not know how to darn and mend them’
so he hid in the shed where he shed all his garments and bared his soul. tada!
#request
you ask for a fantasy ,a challenge.
there is a house full of ideas, statements,
a house of dreams and nightmares.
i find it is your birthday today.
i have no zoom burst,
only this dodgy insect,
light and sound, is
pretty, i always
do my photo a day.
my htc wildfire
does not zoom,
tho once or twice,
has burst.
deleting his texts.
cold snap.
.fail in the cold.
the days of heaven gold
are coming to its end.
are we the children
of the fall, those of us
who dance in the leaves,
who fail in the cold or the
brashness of summer
**
read about the courage of others,
about the closing of doors,
against the rain and the wind
blowing.
read about the loss of brothers,
about the moving of house
escaping pain,and remember
these golden days of autumn.
going
**
read about the perfection
that never is, the quality that fades
in time, with crosses,
people’s minds.
read about the rain in the cwm,
that blinds and blinds,
and loses paths and footings
**
read about the days
in the old house
the days that are, and were,
and may come with dreams,
and fortitude.
read about it all, and i ask,
why do you read
here?
.the boat.
.mourning.
10.
..floods again..
:: floods ::
seemed to be the topic, yesterday.
watched the water creep, saw the water
seep.
into the cellar, under the door.
down the lane to see the water,
meet the boys from reading,
their kayaks and head held cameras,
only about £200.
“my battery went flat,
we fell in, swimmimg,
and we cannot say
betws i coed”
i can , and i can say mawddach.
i remember the flood of 2001.
. tiny things.
it is the little things that excite so
in the height of summer low look for seeds
small flowers studded in hedgerows
dry stone walls
our lane remains dusty, unmade.
3.
what you see is magnified.
they leave here larger than life
petrified in their own forests.
scan beds and lens.
light the boxes.
tie the books closed, leather
bound
broken,
words lost.
boxes can be opened to
reveal.
4.
tiny things become intimate