here we only know fear

and hiding again it splits

in two

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

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

she praised the sonnet remarked she did not fully understand though


i agree for neither do i understand why there are rules on how to convey a feeling, an idea


why there has to be a pattern
to follow


the words come easier with flow
yet it did come out different

i guess than usual and maybe
that is a thing


it took two days of dithering and rearranging


and hurt

we have new bird boxes up
ready for the spring
meanwhile autumn comes gentle

one breath of leaves across the way

it is a tiny garden out back
overlooking the grave yard

where the men mowed the grass
stopping a while
leaning on rakes

watching the weather

discussing the news
for news came yesterday

local

news came yesterday

social media

so we carry on
feed the birds

gather the bracken
knit scarves for peace
james

cancel our holidays
&
stay home nicely
here

asking for the reminder in half an hour
was misheard from under the covers

it came after one hour

one must learn to be clear
to talk from above
no muddling

the day will shift along thirty
minutes awry

things will still get done
from the verb to do which

has been discussed previously

the research completed
the total cost calculated

we experimented

the block
worked
he held it bravely while I bashed it

thoroughly

the fence stands upright

now and it cost nothing

he said to wait by the war memorial

so i did &

counted the names.

from the first and second.

none mentioned from all the others before

or ongoing.

enjoyed the drizzle, the memories.

planes flew over and a text came

just before the fflecsi arrived.

black crow bird

sits on fence

#resting

things will do for now
until it changes again

slightly

who defines the different

level of thought

is there a manual

with charts and graphs

a litmus test to testify

that the thought got tangled

has been a long time coming, it lasted many years,

now is gone.

all of it, all the straight ideals and weathered work.

one bolt left,
not for sale as a whole.

yet carefully cut, sewn, packed,
the small room, it is available
to share.

have you heard his voice
high over mountains, repeating.

do you like this cloth, tradition weaves,
these old skills.

having told him this, the work continues.

fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,only just a theory,

yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

it is a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,

only just a theory,
yet used independantly,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

the film continues,
some of the old cast, new actors oblige,
ideas on lack of addictive ways.
simple days without receptors.
singing under breath, counting, unpacking boxes,
this is the lead. hints are posted, and may you believe them graciously.

for many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of focus,
we could not read the other language.
the film continues…. peptides.

a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,only just a theory,


yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,only just a theory,


yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours

and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

Got very busy early with bread and fires although predicted wanted fries….


Found a new shopping site this morning and got lost googling epicure.

Thought of that yellow pickle which I feel you will dislike.


Picalili. 


No real plans though an envelope has arrived from my arty friend in Todmorden ..so that my direct the day a little.


Progress continues at home with lighting and curtainage. 


Excitement mounts that the gooseberries that were in Kimnel bay yesterday may arrive here today and very welcomed.


So the bread is rising and I am feeling too chilly to venture out. There are memories this time of year one way so another so will take the day carefully. 
I wonder what today will bring.

I understand the night was spent with discussion on types of fish.

find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

power house looms ahead. they pray for peace and family, their lovely homes and salary. pigs. work for the people supposedly.

damp washing
on radiator.

aroma reminds
of
pudding cloths

turn & there

before you, before you

the flags have found you.

wanting to be noticed?

looking for a friend then

wear your interest where it can be seen easily and maybe smile

meanwhile

as predicted

some don’t care….

decide which
petulant shadow hides
integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags
will find us.

decide which
petulant shadow hides
integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags
will find us.

flashing
nought nought


a sure sign that something
has occured


i will know more when i investigate

so flimsy it is hardly there.
so worn, it is almost dead.

recreate the dying in your head.

so small it is hardly there.
so cheap it is almost dead.

draw it. recreate the scene in your head.

is the little things that excite, even
in the height of summer, low look
for seeds, small flowers studded
in hedgerows.

thinking of you and all the others that fly solo in these odd times under today’s cultural pressures.

we must fly higher.

ran out yesterday

lost you completely with the pattern in the sky

the leaves on the oak

on the mountain.       i lost you





you left the group

took off and flew



flight was not sustained

hovering over past demeanours

faltered

landed carefully



in disappointment hugging

affirming it did not matter

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

found a new way to focus

block out the bad
the negative thought

not many liked it yet
I knew I had learned some thing
valuable

something to remember

said old people fold notes

&

i felt insulted.

she said it bothered her a lot

when she counted them.

we should keep them flat

&

others may agree

said old people fold notes
&
i felt insulted.

she said it bothered her a lot
when she counted them.

we should keep them flat
&
others may agree

blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections
a busy day with folk talking

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

were the markers always there
left by some other
wanderer?

on paper
In the studio
that was so precise and quite particular

.raining.

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

.raining.

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

may reappear.

whatever reason,

comfort for some that there are recognitions.

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

tidy beach
soft sand and honest stones
to be fortunate here

on checking I find
my dictionary

which explains.

it means

a place of discussion & debate

which it is indeed.

yet I don’t do that no more

really….

trawsfynydd, we forgot the buzzing,
only heard the wind, for
wind there was this time.

the sky predominant, a gap
for the light to pass

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

did i sit quietly thinking
then place a few
things together?

yes

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended


yet they came
without warning

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended


yet they came
without warning

time is limited these days.

those one admired in youth

devastate us now.

can we know all things, we

only went twice ?

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

or maybe you will still stay inside a while

inside the boundary lines

four fields

corona