i asked the bear,

do you know what imbolc

is?

he stared at me with glassy eyes.



i told him. it is

today.



sbm.



.

it is written



listen to your inner sounds.                                                                           I do.



words affect us deeply.   voices  come and go.                                           while the worlds spins

with  people’s chaos and confusion.



yet.



above the noise of the day, above the voices, she heard you.   it is enough to make us cry.





yet.



if you confess there are voices there may be                                                           diagnosis.

prognosis.



defenceless

maledictus



they speak to us in latin,



people’s voices
besides your own.



sbm.



japan-3

that feeling, that . arrives unexpected from darkness, some winters’ mornings, opening the door to the sound of one black bran bird calling. track four repeated. that comes on waking finding   peace and comfort bound.



it is a fine line we walk, gently avoiding peptides, only just a theory, yet used independently, alongside honest work



reading how the body works, you will have a better understanding, yet they do not        teach of this

at school. they teach of clever yoghurt in adverts, i did not know microbes fancy food,          move our choices.



the play continues, some of the old cast, new actors oblige, ideas on lack of addictive ways. simple days without receptors. singing under breath, numbers.



have you been to the counting?





lines ruled to stop

vertigo setting in.

two

three

four

five

two

three

it is a fine line we walk, gently avoiding peptides, only just a theory, yet used independently, alongside honest work.



sbm.

it has been written before.



the first shall be last,
the last shall come first,

so saith.  first shall be last; and the last shall be first. …. honour, were first in this world, of the first rank and figure, should be the last in the world to come: first shall be last; and the last shall be first. …. honour, were first in this world, of the first rank and figure, should be the last in the world to come: first shall be last; and the last shall be first. …. honour, were first in this world, of the first rank and figure, should be the last in the world to come: first shall be last; and the last shall be first. …. honour, were first in this world, of the first rank and figure, should be the last in the world to come:

so saith,     they saith.

they come in  old cars,

small black .    sitting

forward concentrating.



some run a marathon.



sbm.

a book of a certain size,                                                             some prefer content and romance.

having moved things around                                                    the cat finds contentment near the

books on mental health.



she said it is especially nice for children.                              i think everybody, yet do not reply.





the cat has aspergers,

the dog is black.   the

case is               finally

diagnosed.         she is

married              again.

the dvds are in alpha

betical order         tidy.



to get out again you must press the big button. most people forget until all the     pushing

fails. is this helpful? probably for some it is ,                        while others pay 30p for printing.





sbm

have you collected seeds of many years, packed, labelled,                                                   dated.

have you died, and left the table unprepared. i have them now in boxes,                                 a gift.

from those who love.                                                    they will bring me work, joy,                   an independent air.

seeds need water.

sun stays later.

i have imposter syndrome, never diagnosed yet googled when heard on                             radio live .

there may be too many additives these days                                       not enough honesty grown.

she said i should have something                                                               new in the greenhouse.

i have, i said, and thought of  you who

planted the seeds.

sbm

stand back to spite the craving, look on as from afar.   people, some write hymns & mantra others watch tv, not the news.               oh no not the news, the truth is too depressing, a bit near the mark.





i guess yours sleep in bed, loved and cherished.                                              others love and cherish , yet their families sleep in mud,                                                                                                   on streets.



the words came suddenly. an odd day, no gentle people to woo thee, day of stress,      and horror, you watch the news.                                                         a day of reality, the reckoning that nowhere is safe.



come in dreams, the shape of your face remaining. there is a line now,        dreams and aspirations.   words and degradations.                                                                                   lines deepen, water etched.







the rain falls round our houses.







how small.

how white

the child,

skin rinsed

with tears.

salt in the wind.

©sbm