makes me better, makes me worse.



it is all ideas that come in gradually.



best to do nothing, see what happens.



this is no race, no competition. this

is medical action for life.



sbm.


*
look at the little people.

arms held high. the medicine

is in the cabinet, they cannot

reach it.

delivery is from 6 am to 7 pm,

so we gets up at 5 am to be

ready and decents, to find

a message to say it will

now be 9am at the earliest.



so we crept about the garden,

heard the owls and imagined

how it will all be.



the summer house.



you and me.



sbm.

so he came quite early really,

little fuss or bother, drank

his coffee nicely.



#summerhouse



as did the next one, with

news, that is taken positively.



#belling



so we move forward gently, knowing

now , the man that visited every

sunday, will do so

no more.



#timesup

sbm.

there are five of us here, to be a help

and comfort. each one has a different

aspect of care.



nurture ,  protect while all is

growing.



we are diffrent shapes, size and strength.



take us, use us when required, overdue

does not work here.





remember this.



sbm.

cymer, a confluence of two rivers.



if  one ran different, if each thought  were deeper.



tide pools,   north and south,

the moon fills and the current

stops a while.



our  river runs east to west and as the tide pools,

stops a while.



mixing.



take a leaf, watch a swallow, we could be  different.



let the rush stop, stand a while, let us mingle,

north to south, east and west.



no barriers.



sbm.

hello, why are you awake?



i am watching you



i am clearing this winter damage.



how nice, you will not be able to do that always.



no.



sbm.

searching yet
i find nothing.

huge in
front of me,

the machine
is stuck.

it is decommisioned.

power house.



sbm.

it turned up,   crowned a peasant

doll.



the ring.



imagination

set him free.



it is a safer place to be.



less words

are better.



the ring.



sbm.

how do you get past the anger
how do you get past the rage
how do you finish the chapter
when you never turn the page

there is no happy ending
to that story in your eyes
let's go on pretending
that it's not me you despise

how do you get past the anger
how do you get past the rage
how do you finish the chapter
when you never turn the page

the words that are not spoken
are the ones that won't go away
yesterday that book was open
I am closing that book today