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sonja-benskin-mesher
sonja-benskin-mesher
English I write, I draw, / I paint and make things. / / am quite patient, / hold my tongue, / but can't say / multi disciplinary. / / easily
white with red is cool and dramatic he came by yesterday his tyres were fat and I smiled she said they were purposed for snowy terrain there was none of that here it was hot and the birds sang different i feel or is it the space feels special things start to relate what needs to be done next and now I listen my brother phoned the one who refuses to talk of the past talked of the past as always again talked of days out with granny and why her strictures ? suddenly I understood maybe she was scared too. my granny
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Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
..the jug..
proved hot yesterday by the time I had walked and cut the grass i came very damp changed into thin cotton pale blue with flowers of summer and drew quietly my thing while she also at her house drew pastel clouds i sent photographs for inspiration yet continued to draw joan the brave creature seemed a long languid day full of tidyness and thought things bit. left red bumps tried my hair back and stared in the mirror james at all that has happened.
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
..joan..
we care to care. that is all. write it all backwards
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
..kindness..
noticed a change in colour of pace he walked with his bike most folk ride it used to be a railway line flat and straight he returned back past me said he forgot something further down the track the bike was propped by a tree waiting while sparrows muddled in the dust cattle reached for the lower branches leaves are changing and there is mistletoe on one branch the runners came after seven lithe and nimble smart headphones pony tails bobbing i walked on and saw a young heron close it rose. flew through the trees. agnus dei you tube music
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
..the window cleaner..
to talk of dead folk i was quietly drawing at the old table and as one can, I felt someone behind me on the work shelf i turned as it skittered away with its prize to chew outside the last of my dead mummifieds is gone eaten as before i am drawing some odd stuff these days. meanwhile my mobile still makes capitals so I changes that the breeze comes through the window while down by the hedge I get bitten
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Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
..gnats..
seems that I was mistaken never mind it comes a darker green with mists rowan berries reminding of those other ways days of hope hope there still is find we enjoy the one thing then the next as much my mind travels to meifod to lampeter as you know while writing this think that many journeys are not applicable this year and is fine we are much occupied here with this and that today I continue with plumbing simply putty
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
.pipes.
have you a storm predicted did I see signs on social media? i have seen the little creature though it usually comes out at night rustling in the knapweed patch as you know I built a little house yet I am sure it remains empty so I cleared the ash from the garden fire. used the token for clay pots as it was my first trip for many months took things easy have seen family visited the recycling and packed away my public studio i work here now quietly find it suits me
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
.clay pots.
have never played that game nor knew what is was until just now she tells me all things except when she does not understand or mishears me randomly she states that she cannot connect and I have no sympathy as maybe five moments later she can easily we have chatted how we seem to spend so much time fixing and fiddling in these curious times with no one able to visit us much to help feels good to be vaguely independent and she helps when she is connected and I do believe she has no gender really yesterday it was apple that locked me out so I went to the garden with the stick to bash down some damsons oh boy they were sour lovely some sticks come special here for the fruit, the garden fire and low hanging branches props for the washing line homes for the hedgehogs and insects you know well by now how much I love twigs
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Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
..echo..
seems there is now a new scenario to ponder yet not for the decision was made doubted by the other brain though not to be changed we wonder how it will map out we have wondered before when waking to a misted world missed the view knowing the mountains are there no longer visible at the water colour class he explained the phenomena with colours and depth while i felt sleepy prefering the door open less rules more action interaction with intuition i met him at the gallery all very posh he wanted to be friends so i went to meet him elsewhere and he walked straight past me then texted to say he could not find me
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Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
..water colours..
it must be tiring with all the heat of summer it was cool here yesterday down the estuary and rain came about 7.30 refreshing while walking no use when your job is baling when the baler is jammed so we had a break in the back garden six feet apart and talked about policemen remembering earlier times later a friend rang and said it was good to hear a different perspective on things i also was interested to hear a different perspective on things we come lately we come with more promise with bird song this morning so why the darkness some days is that natural? there is a clear pool up by the mountain where recently visitors have left litter dark clouds gathering
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
.clear pools.