Problem?
Solution?
Yes!
Why worry?

Problem?
No solution?
Why worry?

"I've come unarmed"
I said
"There's a poem"
he said

When I was a teenager
I thought
twenty was old
thirty was ancient
and forty was
positively prehistoric

From now to the end of November
a list as long as your arm
of hospitals and doctors
and now I must keep calm

By articulating
another's dilemma
readers reasoned
his need was mine

I cruelly packed it in
I feel guilty
but better

"Pull your self together"
is what they say to me
It isn't all that easy-
I've lost the string, you see
Anxieties keep coming
they overwhelm my mind
and without some mental quietness
that string is hard to find
So give me quiet thinking
help me see I needn't strive,
that the world will go on spinning
and I will remain alive

'Message send failed'
Heads together
Try again
'Message sent '
Cheers!

'Message send failed'
Heads together
Try again
Same message
Gloom

Subtle changes
in green of leaves
heralds
autumn's
vibrant splendour

Email arriving
saying "You're missed"
Energised, warmed
Started me giving

Work ethic
keeps me busying
doing, doing
impressing
my conscience

Knit and natter
Waste of time
No!
Finished my knitting

Overwhelmed
by jobs
from all directions
Why did I volunteer?

The workman came,
said what he would do
and vanished

Op Shop
Charity shop
Best stop
for Lost And Found

No rhyme,
No rhythm,
No reason,
No poem,
No satisfaction

"I do tree root climbing"
"I fell from a hedge"

You can't hurry
'home'
It has to evolve
within you

Which box?
That box
This box?
THAT box
Home, boxed

Undivided attention
is a gift
one doesn't get
very often

It's a gift
one doesn't give
very often
in these days
of butterfly-mindedness

It's quite a challenge
to love that much

Natural Beauty
Waterfall splashing
laughter music dancing
Almost a poem

Scottish Country Dancing
Poetry in motion
until you get
tangled

So much stuff
he uses a small paintbrush
To dust

How come
I'm surprised
at the treasures
I've squirreled around

I unwillingly awakened
far too early
and birds were singing

The door opened.
"Sorry"
she said
and went out
again

Iona
Place of pilgrimage-
if wind
hasn't halted
the ferry

Blue is beautiful
on bluebells and sky
not on moods

"How long
have these bollards
been here?"
"About twenty years"

I haven't
a particle of poetry
in me
Nothing rhymes

No place is a desert
There is life
somewhere
everywhere

Turrets and towers rise
Castle broods
History hugs my heels

Rivers and hills pass
I doze
Wake up in Scotland

Sometimes
ideas spring up
eager to become poems
Today -
desert

Smiling assistants
with my luggage
worth being called
'The old lady?

I'm knitting
a gold cardigan
bringing warmth
to winter sunshine

My footsteps
pad along the track
A bird sings
Peace

Mind too full
even to find
ten words?
That's preoccupation!

Snow
source of so much poetry
cancels
poetry group meeting

If you're (gasp)
waistband
doesn't (ooh)
fasten
wear something else

Daddy-long-legs
Prancing
Advancing
across the kitchen floor
Put it out

Tuesday
I get new windows
Wednesday new door
I'm happy

'People are funny'
Good thing!
Imagine
If they were not

In reds' country
Grey squirrel
Insolently
Runs along beside me

Pictures gone
Slabs
Of uncoordinated colour
Leap out at me

Communication
Keeps everything
Functioning smoothly
If and when
It  happens

great-grandpa
bushy-bearded
lively, loved
was a Squirrell
with two ls

We used to see
red squirrels
tufty-eared
dainty
harmless
rare