lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it

today, a reminder of fragility.

the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.

powers and dominions,
virtues

carefully we drew her out

all tidy with reason, wearing

us down

our work
our soul
is in
our chest

some of us manage

to be vulnerable as naked

in private

some need holding up

in sight from our window

so,

must we write about it before we forget,

before  people come and disagree?

they have small waists and a  national costume

may be best to go with whatever feels right

honey on toast suited us  while

now coffee is off the menu here

and eggs mayonnaise is back

on

today found the co -op depressing

so bought home made ice cream

yn bala

yn is possibly welsh for in

my goodness

such a thing to see while out
and about

such a high up place to be

slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.

the idea left us dancing.

use what is already there,
make do and mend

has beautiful spots james

while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is nice you
know

that inspires

not the modern kind

more the flavour of another time

another rhyme

wore a bonnet
when very small

with matching coat and gaiters

she bought them from the shop on the corner

then the earache brought a wolly thing

that should be woollen

if one can spell right

i hated it and took it off


7.49

thankyou

for your offered help

and saying you care for my welfare

all very much appreciated

i thankyou and say it is only temporary

perhaps it helps them to feel safe
or is it designed by those
who wish to keep them
below

i wonder


21.22

some photos show nothing
while paintings can come

more personal

to think sideways,
practice makes a hindrance
when others think straight.

they say it may rain a little here tomorrow

with an icon of a cloud with drops

so i may go to blaenau

a while to stand on slate

to breathe

meanwhile awake from four am

upside down

with lunch at nine
etcetera

have a photo
of a bonnet

for you

look at the weathered walls

hear the song come random

hot here apparently

amber today

then red warning tomorrow

they painted some tracks white
to deter bending

and wrapped something up
with foil

i forget why

i just keeps trucking

what else is to do james?



13.48

my plans change
for the bus company

suggests we don’t go today
go on wednesday

not even tomorrow
unless it’s urgent

been busy though early
under the tree

no shoes at all, my delight

the neighbour gone looking for boots
you know

the shop up town soon closing

not this town
up blaenau…


13.55

find.

no mention of gains or fortitude

some may look for the other one

some may find it

while the little people with their arms held high

dance in the sunlight with all that remains

you notice small things too
and record them slightly

those touches, nuances

do you see the way they
glance, look aside

we miss you if you do not visit
a while

and we get all our tenses and lines
wrong and have to go back in a hurry

to amend

a curious thread that
hold us together
while apart

some of us most of us

tucked inside

becoming whiter

chattering

small white teeth

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

was noted that same folk aren’t bothered and carry on without looking

the difference is a thing

paper covers history.

bent on layers

of time, pretending.

has beautiful spots james
while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any other embellishment like bows

you know

asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts

ghosts of humans
when we are gone

no bus arrived the timetable lady was contacted and she explained the bus was due at 2.30 pm that my internet were wrong and no one was bothered what it said at bus stops

my scope is limited now
yet it comes enough for
me

undeniably tracing honesty in the air

with one finger

pointing.

it came clear later..

the island blessed

sandy tracks to wander

in memory.



like birds we flew

that feeling that arrives with the name of the county

the memory of your home and closeted life
now eroding slowly

that sense of belonging to the land

it is that feeling

it is overcast today

a slight breeze from the

window

wide

a slight hint of colour

bleeding from the patch below

did not wish to go to sea

went just a few times

that I remembered
last evening

the crossing

covered in wool against the cold.  bales taken down river , down to the harbour down

to the cob.

on boats .

it will pool, deep and dark,

still, inviting.

deep waters to sooth pain,

they say

they

do they not know the darkness,

how the light can fade into latin,

and all things reasonable

means more if you sit quietly
in the light

when sprayed
with cosmetic fixative
glow pink

island monkeys could not

go abroad

no boat

no plane no nothing

sadly they read books on other countries

with adventures, himalayas & ranuph fiennes

when sprayed
with cosmetic fixative
glow pink

it is a messy affair
paint smudges and runs

eventually all comes clear
one having the final say

predictions come and go

initially, crossed the  sea to the land, from one to another, then, talking. crossed the narrow bridge spoke of the past, you know what i mean.                                                                    

  courage to walk

away

mild here with sun
shining on the lake and
hills beyond. we both
looked from the top deck
on the bus yesterday

see the softest looking clouds
wonder
if that is where that work came
from


with gentle grey

softer.

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

comes well some days.

rules come away. a differing

place,  turning in the year.

it came gently.