they did not know she had millions, neither did she. just collected one item at a time, cared fully for         each one of them.                                                                                                         catalogued in eternally.



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     they show me birds and insects          did you know they cross their fragile legs?





did you find a pin there, did you pick it up and stick it?   did you stay safe, wrap the shawl around and hold    it   close?        did you see my life breaking, bring me pins for mending? …



stick in be safe , despite the pain and raddled cotton threads.   to hold my life, hold the rusty hinges, prepare the coats of varnish again     .                    remember your mother’s pins, my friend.

be well in your mending.



she asked what it is all about. just everyday things to look at, nothing to buy, like in a museum with strings and labels.

sbm.

repeat.

vivid(2+3)=vivid(5)

or

vivid(2+3)-vivid(5)

is nought.

there is nothing found.

yet algebra and geometry are used

to build the castle.        this is vivid.

this is maths.

sbm.

power and beauty
stone and steel.
rise above
mud and wood.
swarmed by
worker ants.
world without end.

wyn is a poet.

a visionary.
monkeys and tigers
stalk welsh hills
the
satanic mills
of his imagination.

he is the blake
of the a470.

did he once see
angels on peckham rye
too?

i expect he did, i expect.

we will not know
unless i ask him.

he will tell.

yet not when
his colleagues
are listening.

he may be shy.

balfour beatty.

sbm

sun hit the sea,

i was blinded,

by my own

shortcomings.



sbm.

she talked rapidly

about family,

history, opera, poetry.



i idled,

listened a bit,

eyed her clothes.



wished i dressed liked that,

treat myself,

et cetera.



then.



she told me

that

her uncle,

in war painted

white crosses on men who deserted.



an aim for those

who shot them.



she said,

he was never the same after.



©sbm

win or lose.                    hedge  your edge.

write of parlay.             slowly ending bet.

forbidden child!             drift into another.

world.                                               tabbed.

dice or other  games.

no one wins…..

sbm.

is left behind with tiny writing. salisbury cathedral.



the back way. written in latin for those who matter.



those words and those words

an historian uttered sent me reeling          outside.

where air is cleaner.



oh , by the way

left you both there too. were you trying to appease

the barons?



sbm.