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yes music touches the keys
fingers pound and yes one pair
is red
the other neutral
for a more serious
look

mine are bifocal
and can distort gently
if i concentrate poorly
on the centre

i have had help a while
grateful at least that i can
see
unlike some of my family

i go annually to mid wales
to walk a while, boardwalk
across the bog preferably
alone

air above, below water and earth
words to come
sometimes gentle
sometimes not

sad today
it has been a long way
this way
am sad for others
we saved our money and earned  a bit

with paper recycling carted down the yard



same cart we took the guy down the road



penny for the guy mister sir?



to buy our fireworks



a penny squib cost you know

and

jumping jacks got banned



rockets in bottles, dead ends collected after

sparklers at arms length

light the blue touch paper and retire

back

the word of the time



nail the catherine wheel and hope for the best



such grim anniversaries



sparklers remain for cakes at birthdays

though

celebrations are limited now by health

and safety rules

and group bookings require firemen



thinking

back

remembering

my brother’s panic racing up the flaming fire

to rescue his lumberjack hat



he survived
my heart is in my chest

a particular siding





i feel it sometimes

when i am walking hard or eating chilli

so i avoid that last thing



mostly



pink i expect with tubes

mostly like in the pig’s hearts

mum used to buy from the butchers

for dinner



now i am vegetarian



i think that if i have a soul

it may be behind the heart

hiding

and maybe that is where my work

comes from



it seems odd that at times of rest and when all is quiet around

that i cannot hear it

nor the other workings

like lungs and veins and stomach



oh!



except the latter rumbles
quite a business keeping warm, making friends
missing them when they move on whichever
way

the coffee affair with pods and seasons is recordable
into a small book, a journal of morning feelings while
i use a spoon for instant gratification . the modern
is much improved on the old ways

my gran used camp coffee (with no inuendo those
days) syrup in a bottle and tasted alright in warm milk

though i never liked milk solo and felt it a punishment

i deserved that
she said so
she said so many things that i believed because
why not
it may have been true

for some reason i remember lampeter and the feeling
of well being

my new glasses are red and the keyboard is clearer
and slightly domed

as is the tregaron bog you know.
we have kiln dried birch logs
and coal type nugget things

morning sticks, while some say kindling

newspaper and bought firelighters
that smell

in boxes

i use two now, my mother only would
use one

she was thrifty with the need to be

storage heaters too. we are all electric
there is no piped gas in the village

there are electric blankets alongside
those others for warmth

so we tuck inside and face the fire
we shall have warmth this winter



we buy supplies as required
not sure how long it will all
last….
i like to hear throat singing
& spent a while with you tube
instruction

and had a go
by the window

no one heard me so is it true?

i always park the same at work
by the old pickup left for security
needing an mot

by the organised piles of things
i envy

while the pheasants strut about
not bothered about building salvage

we had a walk yesterday
down by the estuary
after the downpour
&
before the downpour

the woods were like an
other world
with songs of light and water pearls

with memories of riding out
a hundred years ago or more
when we were younger
and vaguely beautiful

she said all things thicken with time
quiet day yesterday
there was a mistake so we did not go
out for the day as planned

nice day at home so all
is clean and tidy; the green

gloves found and put with others
ready

i bought them expensive in gretna

we seem to focus on that which we deem
dearer
a luxury to buy

maybe i think i do not deserve
an overlap from former days

i hope you are enjoying your coffee
pods

the word here is coffi
it comes natural now
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