bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it

darker.

especially the mornings,
i need not tell you really,
you must know.

ok if there is no rush to go,
easy, cosy up and write.

i like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

i like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

don’t use a teapot

but evidently many do,

and cosy up together.

they don’t squish teabags, have leaves,

and stewing on the gas ring,

like mother, reducing it to

poison on my tongue.

i like the leaves to look at,

smell, like the small packet

we used to have, paper lined

in those days.

listen to the server, who

clasping the teapot,

tells us revelations

of those who live, who divorce

and warm the ***.

stood steady in wonder

watched the dark bleed

across the sky

watch birds scatter

we thought about the things my brother

said about the tea plantations

in india

he does a big trip somewhere each each year

except last year and probably this year too

rain comes here in waves
reflecting feelings

sometimes i can smell the sea
though some miles from the shore

moving out into the landscape
differing thoughts with exercise

added

on hearing rain early
delay the start of it

have missed a day or so here
being busy with organising things

for something

and being out of work

while working here

forgot to write
so sorry and everything

our government is *******
things are falling apart

eating pies is a good idea

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skimmed slates that bounced about

unlike the pebbles that grow on our banks here

unlike the landscape hereabouts yet only up the road

up the road where all comes beyond reality to help with reality

deep holes,

cut grass and wiping stones.

there is a place.

they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.

best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.

one way,

and  another.

up poole hill

or down.

you kissed me.

so the falling days,
end today, winter waits,
and the songs, and words,
tunes are all to warm us,
and hold us safe

let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.

do not wish to hide

do not wish to run

to take the boat and steer

to take the hiatus i fear

adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate

continue pointlessly, for  thousand thousands years.

numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.

decide which

petulant shadow hides

integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags

will find us.

went to blaenau in the rain
you may google that
so best
add ffestiniog to the name

from the windows saw,

the softest steam morning

on the mountain.

the promise of another

day in wonderland.

old story remembered  from the beach
that warm afternoon while all were playing

relaxing

the hunted tried not to sleep

there

for fear of being robbed or found

the mountains here

a home, a refuge plain

and simple things, the ordinary

become as sacred in our life

Shoreline would be more an exploration of the concept….shorelines more related to actual examples…..how about that?

the clouds waiting as you
say

there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff

becomes fact
a place one can recognise

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

the sea that is rising

it was
the dream

the cloud
the quarry

water flows down this valley

wind blows round our houses

most of it works now,
memory plays a part,


when we look
to the mountain.

have a photo here of up the valley
where they used to stook the harvest


all the family out working the fields

in the evening it came cooler
for rest

the sounds

softer.

once the day is dawn, the door is open, face the sky, all

comes well some days.

my calculations say i may walk 4 miles
each time, each day, unless i go twice
then it is doubled of course

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking

they will not swim in the tidal pool
no

nor their families nor them before that

we do and the little fishes come
we do
we are a different family

some thing is changing here,

so slight it can hardly be

noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,

came with the light rain .

the quietness

all things are changing

while in the studio a series
commenced

marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

have you walked the dunes

hollowed path, coconut gorse.

have you found contentment there?

have you sat the sun, black crow bird.

have you closed your eyes at that

within, enjoyed that

without?

later had my second walk
to see a differing light

shades and all that surrounds

i drew them later
my way

find the chosen pathways
watch the birds and wild
flowers grow

below the scene plays out

with wildlife as punctuation

fear

of this and that
of nothing in particular
that no one else  will
understand

dry he wore the white dress

his hair curled damply

we drew him

we painted him

he is taller now & remains

much the same

robot is both

a wood block
some stickers

you know how it goes

then batteries are a thing
with their unexpected deletions

or should we mean depletion

i imagine is nice out cycling
with another

sharing experiences

lady on the bus told me her sister kept lots of soap and what did I think.

I says she sounds like me.

courage to walk away
from objects that irritate
our eyes, to eat another way,

with snakes and camphor oil.

you know what i mean

busy day
much achieved
yet
no one will
notice

but me

and i will check it all

tomorrow
and beautify


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is your head clear today, loose limbs, while

mild air floats above.

will you go the other way, as you did

yesterday?

as to companions
guess you are one
alongside the birds
and the others

oh no

hoping all are good

not crumpled or torn..

sun here yesterday
soft and mellow

as we drove along the coast
sparkling

we were
especially her