liking the format, liking the days
that come natural now without
no planning

evolving gradually

my trip out yesterday
there have been a few

1. for cash a long while back at early in the morning

2. for fuel
at a reasonable time of day

3. the garage for my mot; passed eventually

4. the tip yesterday with the garden trash
which all went smoothly, clearly they
are well organised and tidy minded

it was all damp, leafy & would not burn
there is that ampersand again & will they
notice?

he was there my old riding partner
remembering
those days in the back bar, most
are gone now

seems now my category is not mentioned
no more, become part of the general population
again

james

then i have the daily walk
as do the others while others
carry on as they have always
done
james

as if nothing happened

my bike still sits quiet
wheeled out each day
to admire

i will get back to it
in time

meanwhile we carry on james
we carry on

i have a few bells
not all on bikes
some rusting
i have always liked bicycle bells

the cat came in the studio to grab
the mummified bird james
i managed to recue it though
dead already

if it is all about numbers as some suspect

you have success

 

whatever that is

 

why is that thing so important

surely it is made up and differing

for all the peoples

and creatures too

 

why james did they make those rules

before us

and even then ask why do we adhere

mostly

 

we may think we don’t

yet i feel we do mostly

 

sometimes glad to do so instead of

having our own

 

way to go

your cut and paste i understand

have been working that way some

time

 

i like the random nature of these

things

 

and do you remember, did i tell

you about the walnut trees in lampeter

that failed last year and we stood and

wondered if this was an omen

of things to come

 

maybe it was

and maybe just maybe those clouds

yesterday were a thing too

james

 

i cut the grass

once a task for the handyman

then a difficult chore for me

now comes easy

even a pleasure

while texting at intervals

 

while thinking of rhubard and

looking for the sun james

 

as for numbers

one hundred & two

with an ampersand for pattern

yet no one comments on that

 

they talk about the news

current affairs

and i wonder if it is their anger

that keeps them going james

 

while i drink tea and look at birds

daily

cannot see the thread as it is on the other page


saying that i was short on red so ordered more

via the internet

two spools so

there is plenty now

now i remember that you saw the night

properly

while here we wondered, got lost in our

head

looked up and found the morning had

come pink again

scattered light in particular places

the other in shade

he says us older ones are no longer mentioned

and maybe are now back in the general population

unlike those shielded

joan of arc

springs in mind again

as does lampeter

maybe it was an omen

the nut tree last fall

that failed

had one have predicted the happenings

at that time i would not have credited it

science fiction

survivors

quietly i say that i like lockdown again

not. not the reason for it, just the concept

was emotional when i feel all is changing

i shall not go back

i have learned the lesson

paid the price

pat says i am joan of arc

without the fire

so it was your birthday

how lovely

i have no gift

just the daily words

james

so yesterday we spoke of it

discussed it and got to know

each other better

found

we knew the others less

i have akhenaten on my app

today so nothing much will

be done here

while i watch

it was near you at the new york met james

did you know

did you see it

i did

live streaming

and made a good friend

so again i wish you a happy birthday

at midsummer while the flowers grow

while all around is humming

yet there is one here who cuts back

tidies and scrapes nature away

he told me he had an obsession

and i find i tend to agree james

a happy day after your birthday

day 100

randomly

such good numbers today
such big birds at the window
rattling the morning

it has come clear after a period of rain
it has come about

that the shops can open on monday
that i can go to the recycling centre
with garden waste too wet to burn
with the tv that broke

i made an appointment

monday after the schools open
a relaxed idea, more social than
otherwise

monday after that the self catering
restarts

i used to have the garden fire on
mondays
feels an important day of the week
now

these covid times

he came later
gave me the damp package left in
the old stove outside

i shall make it a lid tomorrow & maybe
a meeting place

what do you think james
not sure what i think any more

it is a good rock eh?
who knows what will come now
appear on paper

your bike james, maybe you are being tested
your patience and detemination

how many kittens
this time?

hopeful

you know that thing when out walking
the same way for months you see a thing
you have passed so many times without
noticing

then when you do
it is blaring obvious
it is there rejoicing in itself
and you wonder how you ever missed it

i saw it yesterday
paused and went
over to look
to photograph to be inspired when a
voice said hello

another early walker
have seen her before
a lovely face
and her little dog

we spoke
walked on
and i never took that picture
james

so will go back today

it has beautiful spots james

while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is bows you
know

yet
i don’t know why
only as i say that
i think i may do

i guess that is a story for another morning
james

i am hoping your bike is home

i envy you

here there were four

 

that time back

one died

another wandered off

got sent away to a rescue

place

 

recently another

my sweetheart

annoyed the people

over the village

rattled their door

dug up their veg

 

she told me

she will trap it too

send it away like

she did the other ones

 

some things come wild

we don’t own them

we can

leave them be

 

she was angry and unkind

 

i have not seen my sweetheart since

i miss her puzzled look

 

so moving on

things are now more ornate

in a rustic mode

me cutting thin slithers

 

so next i shall make wooden wheels

for something

 

the delivery man commented on my dance

i explained i was social distancing while he

told me only two in town have had it and

now got better

 

how would i know

i don’t get out much

these days

 

i explained i was preparing for longer

a second lockdown so he reminded

me we have not yet come out of the first

 

good point

 

i wonder what they are doing with the gravel james

 

the next guy delivered fruit, veg, pop and a little

chocolate

which made me dizzy

 

another  day