So much above
So many shapes and textures
So many shades of green
I cannot tell
How steep the slope
How high the bank
How far above the - manyness -
So much above
me
While here I stand
Looking at the underneath
I could, if course, go up
Mount this hill
And stride the ridge
Within the birdsong and the freer air
Look down on all the little people
With their little lives
And me above
them
Looking at the underneath
But here I stand
Admiring the reverse of each new leaf
Unturned
Where bugs crawl
And small creatures scutter
And only the occasional purple flower
Reaches down for a kiss
The green, the glory, the multitude
Is all above
Me
And I am here
Looking at the underneath
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
You were telling me about the latest report of the Intergovernmental Panel and the necessity of fundamentally restructuring the socioeconomic system
Oh look
the global fossil fuel resources
a butterfly
natural gas developments
it's fluttered down
Yes I'm listening...carbon capture
as if the sky were shedding petals
Regulations on emissions, I agree
it's exactly the blue of
bridge fuel to renewables
Look! There it goes
climate catastrophe
I just have to capture
death sentence of our generation
just that moment when it
vanishes back into the blue
seems to become part of the sky
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
I gave up my seat
For the woman with the walker
And then the man with Parkinson's got on
With his wife and daughter
The woman (who had MS)
Offered her seat to the man with Parkinson's
He refused
The man, his wife and daughter (standing)
The woman with MS
And me (cross-legged on the floor)
We chatted
The daughter ate a cake
And cracked a joke
We smiled
And all the while
The other man (with the bike)
'Considerate Construction' on his chest
Sat there
In the disabled seat
The man with Parkinson's
His wife and daughter (standing)
The woman with MS (sitting with her walker)
And me (cross-legged on the floor)
We shared communication
Compassion
Community
And -yes- consideration
And I could have cried for
The other man
(The man with the bike)
Cold
Uncaring
Callous
What construct could carry
Mr Considerate Construction
Into the arms
Of co-existence?
To join
Our brief community
Created
In the carriage
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
Oh sad sweet child
Come take this little bird
Pink/grey fluff ball
Lollipop
Cobweb nester
Hedgerow jester
Hold her softly
Let her go
She and her crew
Sweet peeps
Bouncing through the tree tops
Sad child
Bad child
Mad child
Watch them go
Here
There
Where?
Into the blue sky
Child did she show you
The sweet blue sky?
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
I was very pleased to find
A fungus that sometimes (not always)
May contain algae
And so may be described
As partially lichenised
So when I can't make up my mind
I am just evolving me
I'm not divided
Undecided
Only naturalised
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
You tell me tales of Rio
Thailand, Fiji, Cairns and Rome
I know that you are thinking
I'm a boring stay-at-home
Here's me, so rough and scruffy
-You, impeccably dressed
I know that you expect that I'll
Be suitably impressed
But while you're clocking air miles
I'm planting trees at home
To **** up all the carbon
We have recklessly let go
And while you're busy shopping
Trying to buy your life some zest
I'm too busy laying hedges
Too be suitably impressed
I'm sorry, these things you boast of
Are not doing it for me
Not all the things that one can buy
Compare to just one tree
I really shouldn't show off - but
You see my life is truly blessed
With each flower, bird or bumble-bee
I'm suitably impressed
So stop boasting of your travels
Stop judging by the cost
If that is all you care about
Such treasures will be lost
Your obsession with your image
Your concern with money, wealth
Is ultimately certain
To affect your mental health
Just stop. Step outside into nature
It's a simply made request
I'm sure you'll see the wonder
And be suitably impressed
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
Taiba wears her coats like a queen
The room warms up when she enters
She drops laughter like glitter behind her
When she eats chips, I expect they feel honoured
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
I remember the first time I left you at the childminder's
Walking down the street feeling strange but free
Nothing to push or carry
And now you're moving out
For the second (or is it the third?) time
And I feel exactly the same
Is that wrong?
But I think that I will feel that something's missing
When you take your Lego men off the shelves
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
Robin you are
Bright confident and friendly
A burst of sweet song
Joyous and true
But sometimes what that means is
'Get out of my territory'
And sometimes all you want
Is for me to find you some food
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
My friend Sara
Feeds eggs to crows
She mothers turkeys, dogs, and bees
And fine young men
She walks like a goddess amongst the wild things
Crying over otters
And bewitching hares
Guardian of sharp implements
Roaming cattle and wandering cats
She flies along hedgerows
Laying them with strength and tenderness
And avoiding tall trees
In deference to songbirds
Inside she is all soft nesty warmth
Like a dormouse
Which just occasionally unfurls
To show fangs and claws
My friend Sara
Reminds me of blackthorn
Fiercely protective wild creature home
Soul that shines like blossom
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC