she asked about side effects and though
after reading the instructions felt there

were none
noted before

when suddenly came the surge of energy

doubly,
font and image.
to twice the normal extent
or degree.

things happen, we deal,
cards are set, dice thrown.

life moves on.

you asked me to explain,

i did so lightly. the other said no one else

dare ask.

i tell you it is a full and complicated story

busy day
much achieved
yet
no one will
notice

but me

and i will check it all

tomorrow
and beautify


18.32

there was a gentle breeze going, then
the sun came through.

:: nothing ::

dissecting the thing

into pieces

and chucking it into the canal

it is nothing

no more

have been off work for ten months
so work at home

a lot

on this and that

and the garden

at the front

a smaller one at the back

both were wet yesterday and slidy with mud
my walking making it worse

when I was out to make it look better

i intend to have an easy day
the day after boxing day

there is good reason

that inspires

not the modern kind

more the flavour of another time

another rhyme

understand the difficulties

understand the fear


it needs to have activity

it needs to have depth


yet there is no need for admiration

no need for folk to like it

and we worry when they do

water falls,
stains enamel.

some notice, yet
do not judge.

he may have
been
aquarius, yet
he is not

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours

and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

perseverance came lovely even the last seven minutes

beautiful like ballet landing softly

is it all a dream, or facts
in reality, made of mind.


all stone residue haunting.
our life. will we very know
forever wandering?

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

spread out as cotton threads

knotted

&

i will not mention the word

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

oil pond mirrors the darkness the november

day                  sun draws white against the grey

this       leaf  lays on earth

eight thirty  till five.   it could have been easy, yet there were issues of the electronic kind   meaning wasting time with wires and connections.

cover the surface.   it takes time.

you said goodbye
said it had ended
here

to go there
or email you

i agreed as it was time for a change

time for a change of subject
of pattern

i did not agree to continue


he said that was the issue with the
work

it keeps changing

as things do tend to

sometimes there are too many words
and little truth

things come clear with time

touch of red

suggested at dinner, to make
a photograph splendid, i noticed

the same in paintings at exhibition.

looking out, the grave yard, noticed
a touch of colour by the white.

turn & there

before you, before you

the flags have found you.

became slightly nervous looking up
at it
retreated to the studio

.normal.

is what you are told

it is

until

you realise

it is

not

paper covers history.

bent on layers

of time, pretending.

during the evening after tea,

we wondered who had invented the chair

some thing is changing here,

so slight it can hardly be

noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,

came after light rain .

the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.
best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.

if I had been a boy
would I have looked like him

worn corduroy?

if you had been a boy
would you have looked like him

and we wonder
at the likeness

there.

an old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing

relaxing.

the hunted tried not to sleep

there

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

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended
yet they came
without warning

we continue with new white paint
and orange too

bought on my first solo day out by bus
this year

remembering not to touch anything.

we are survived.

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

Moving forward always there come other notations that bring  feelings, the Agnes Dei opens wounds and fears flood with salt.

think i heard a night jar

up the valley here.

it was a quiet night except

for that.

we have the window open now.

becomes larger as time moves on.

it started early, with greek poetry,

the radio, which played all day.

look at the weathered walls
hear the song come random

black crow bird

pecks poet’s lip.


cold sore

the power house reflected

elected

james?

will this all be for nothing

if you make no changes

she said she liked the stories

except I did not tell them
i never tell you much
nor all of it

there are bits left to fill in
yourselves

dark the day came

even with the sky

real blue.


the helicopter flew over.

the air moves
on my skin.

i turn
look past the curtain

see the face again

framed.

walking further put up a heron
and while watching saw the
white egret
and a double decker bus

stains the cup if left standing,

remember the hotel, 1964,

we used to scour them especially

round the handle, then the base.

happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour.

is fading now
yet remains as the description

a darker green,
jasmine climbs the window,
storms brew, we are older now.

the back road was
littered, rather blustery.

today
we have a darker day

the tree came down in two parts with great noise and  excitement  yet only from me


i guess the guys are dead cool and used to it all


an early sapling showed, once overshadowed

a new view , quite acceptable


a noisy  day so I went and drew pictures

some of us most of us

tucked inside

becoming whiter

chattering

small white teeth