hesitate again

look down

regret my first sentence

now

maybe will say it some other time

now

a pinky glow

she said that it was the coldest night for years

and I forget how many

storm came yesterday dark and loud  the landscape veiled

awash a while.

black things fade and all is grey.

win or lose hedge your edge

write of parlay.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter

now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

metaphor.

this is a little model.
of how it was then.

it may be full of
metaphor.

is warm and i worry
about the ice melting

spoke to others yesterday about
banning the word coping as a negative
thing said with sympathy
head to one side

it feels a frail word and does not apply

comes a differing hue

with duck egg blue.

the ironmongers in town

at one seventy nine.

we can walk there and back or there

and bus back you see.

he said folk get used to anything

find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

time is limited these days.

those one admired in youth

devastate us now.

can we know all things, we

only went twice ?

normal.

is what you are told

it is

until

you realise

it is

not

...

find pieces of jigsaw

everywhere here,

and they

don’t fit

together.

 

if i try

they make

the wrong picture

taught as required for copying  so we all looked the same

though some added bits and embellishments which caused remark

while the space between lines was so immense

taught as required for copying  so we all looked the same

though some added bits and embellishments which caused remark

while the space between lines was so immense

as yet unfinished

as yet unwashed

four white dresses

well hello

you see I did write back to you

in

a different format

more like a letter now

intentions to change it all

then see what is already there and

carry on quietly
knowing the change will come

whether slowly or suddenly

james

i told him when he asked about dinner
with his sister

we laughed and the wind blew things
away

ideas ,
allelujas of creativity.

let the change come slowly,


join the group.

using the light spots,

neglecting the dark,

except the margins.

so we go

dear child moving

forward.

concentrate, all comes into focus,
floating.

these are the warmer days, days of independance.

days to charm

listen
to the divine air now
we are starting to breath
a little

no one

is looking, there is no one here. we are not afraid of

the night.

we spin.

do not dignify the challenges. tread sweetly,

move on.

it is simply.

not worth fretting.

what is it?

how will they know for thinking

comes silent inside our heads

unless we utter..

varying kinds

and ages

it dries and cracks if not stored with care.

biscuit tins are useful

becomes larger as time moves on.

it started early, with greek poetry,

the radio, which played all day.

maybe

is was dark blue with a little red added

lasted two weeks and still prominent.

much has happened since

the power house rears its head again,

pouring images down

like rain.

while gavin bryars plays

on and on

repeated.

the power house rears its head again,

pouring images down

like rain.

while gavin bryars plays

on and on

repeated.

look at each gentle place,
to keep in a pocket
of love,for that rainy
day, you do not go.

maybe we need to check our numbers at the end, see if one or more are missing.          count them carefully, one side then the other.it is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us

onward.

the voices rather quiet. we have had a life time
of listening, yet not understanding really.

so let us go forward and compare

an old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing

relaxing.

the hunted tried not to sleep

there

:: tides are higher now, flooding the paths. he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us ::

flashing

nought nought

a sure sign that something
has occured

i will know more when i investigate

life goes on
the mark remains

it was remarked that there is no hurry
that we have the rest of the winter

becomes part of the
pattern
a mark on the horizon


could change it for another yet it has become
a mantra


a pause like in breathing

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours

a bit of a collaboration
on twitter and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

differing light

shades and all that surrounds

i drew them later
my way

take note of the numbers,
especially those with 9, as
in 29.

the page is speckled,
left unread mostly these days,

should that dot be approved

and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.

the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.

the year the storm broke, breached

the shingle bank.

decisions were made

i hear

to not repair

we look for sand

there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea

the sea that is rising

like the greys and shadow.

i like when the cars go by,

the lights go across the walls’

yes

‘ i do not think i will like very black

stopped a while as the lightness started

round me they flew never touching
we laughed in delight
at this natural thing

write of parlay

we chatted over manners and harboured edges. these things … moved the line into a place of rural contemplation.

light the darker days

of gloom and melancholia

born from intrusion

and swede.

this is quality,

a fortunate piece.

light the darker days

of gloom and melancholia

born from intrusion

and swede.

this is quality,

a fortunate piece.