it is colder here and the news comes even colder
listened and changed to the music channel

seems it was some years ago i saw the glass opera live

memories reminded via my internet web, unnecessary

as curled round the past coils back into mind until tea
prompts the fingers into drawing it out
on screen

it is settled here now into the patterns and lines
i drew some time back and am now filling in the
background

it makes a muddled picture

some say i have not found my voice yet
as things keep changing
as the colours move

as the seasons roll round

yet

my work on the decline and fall
was chosen
this week



vertigo

sorry to hear your news
so it goes

travelling the land
walking the roads
helps pattern settle
into shape

words come and days are calmer
tarmac spattered with orange
gold leaves the branches

fall lightly until the frost

then a sudden drop

your friend is missing
we survive another day

we have put our clocks
back where they were

no one seems to know
the truth of it no more

we all see differing things
i learned yet again yesterday

to decline

to say no, or even to fail softly with a sloping line

with b lead pencil

tapering off into dots repeated



the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

related to weight & gravity



like a





thick black ink line ruled sharply down

ending with an abrupt grand splatter



unless we are talking of autumn the gold

time which comes gentler with occasional winds

and related sweeping



autumn comes softly so

we fall

there is a hole in the ground

it was not there yesterday



there is a tear  in my vest

which is  really new too



one day the phone works and

the next day it doesn’t



all things gets broke

don’t work



you can mend them now

not buy new



remember how he mended your mother’s plate

for the memory,      souvenirs can come cheap

the glue showed brown on drying            now

it becomes habit, a signature dish



it was suggested i have a little shop

to sell the twigs and badly mended

things



seriously why not

these also have a value



then the car worked yesterday

now it does not



it is a hole unlike any other

it appeared overnight and while i am small

i can  try,  take my time to  fill it up again



with earth and other things

my heart is quiet

i do not feel it beating yet

the rhythm is there

my heart is silent

while all comes well around

yet roused it will sound

louder

come the other days

come the sadder ways

heart is there just there, look

&

i think my soul is thereabouts

where the feelings come and pain

or gain

quietness

again

they say it is the brain that does the thinking

yet

we may also listen to our heart

carefully

falling

later i am today

the darkened room

resonates still with

all the goings of the night

things come backwords

and

while i felt all was well

perhaps it was not

news startles

we shared it at the meeting

i find i am a small part of

the worrying

yet what can we do?

some were busy, then

they were stopped so

i may not see them

drew the curtians early last eve

while waiting and through the *****

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo

each little thing

while some things break

your lovely reply
good that you broke the dread
or solitude could have placed
her
sadly

good that you have company
make company in linen piles

sheets

laundry full with
no respite
yet

though promised faithfully
by others, those that wish
you to work, to keep working
for them

enjoy your three days
i hope that off you go
bike riding

i am comfortable back home
interesting times

with a note that i shall
be unavailable a while
exploring
seeing
extinction rebellion
despite all claims
and opinions

i saw joker
i found the threads

it is still dark