Footprints harden in the Georgia heat
Feet cooled in clear running streams
Locust stair stepping the blistering fields
A break beneath wild plum trees
A sample of their sweet yield

Yardbirds , guineas and geese
A field of wiregrass
A stop at the well for a cool drink

An imaginary 'crow nest' from the top
of a crabapple leviathan

Bronze tillermen
Aromatic clods flung high into the air
Layers blindly following the mechanical
mule , dove straddle barbed wire fencerows
Noonday Sun laying heavy , smothering bare
ploughland
Agony neath the bitter blue ..

there are no ghosts
in the sky,

my tabby cat wears the moon,
curled into the corner
like a sleepy fog,

the dreamscape is made
of silver and gold,

you (like always)try to get my
attention and i (like always) ignore
you, trying to write
my poem…

The dark side of moon
simmers. There was an outbreak
of romance on planet.

*

Ah, the senile edge of
twilight! Which way the light will go
to shine dry humor?

*

Shall we change ourselves
in dim hope of rebirthing
of our ancient gods?

a rattling tremor
coursed beneath the landscape
quaking all above

your words on coffee rattle my buds while drinking tea. mine later

today brings a dryer aspect, it rained most of yesterday that light refreshing stuff

i looked at the nest and they were staying inside

the day had an odd energy & i felt strung out by evening

listened to music & watched the rain

calls came and visits are cancelled today

so later here than regular, deciding things will change

i too will have like to live more remote

i will try secluded

private

i see the full moon is coming & all will be prepared

to hide or live face on

did he burn the book due to his beliefs do you think
or simply a nasty bloke

do you know that word?

bloke

i wonder it's origins & whether it paints a picture of me
my upbringing
my culture

so we carry on
we carry on

this has been a daily thing
a pattern

all things change with time

enjoy this day
friday
7.19 am
pink light

Kiss
Dry
Try
Miss

Kiss
Wet
Met
Lips