. staged .

there is a lull
in proceedings,
one thing done, another pending.
have you seen the cabinets, filled with airy
fairy, found idiosyncrasies.
ˌɪdɪə(ʊ)ˈsɪŋkrəsi

the boxes scattered as if that mattered,
the staged production of red, deserted,
the white room, read, that it is also
red.

there is a lull, in disorder, chaos borders
on insanity.

i know how to use the controls, really

sbm.

yes I remember there was one in the
garden here when we came
by near the elderflower

and just as you describe
popped up here and there
a bit

then one day when we were on a day
trip over to dublin

a wind came so strong
that the ferry got cancelled
so we turned back
with no breakfast
and nowhere open

so early

then the rain started

on arrival back home, hungry
found that tree had blown down

into the lane

the neighbour all flustered
about the mess and bother

so mine went out in all the weather
wet and cleared it

and

it never came back again

here

later we ate a good breakfast

i have been away, met folk, lost a letter.

it may be a pattern, way of thinking, the peptide
theory.

it may be simply nothing, another idea
to fade in memory.

it was all uproar in the upper room.

sbm.

tea time. soaked
through.

hours, wandering the lanes,
finding the shore,
my independance.

watching the silversmith,
the birds sing, water

logged, lost, happy
in the knowing.

chocolate egg,
on return.

sbm.

winding we hurry

to reach the top

climbing to a



safe place with hope



often the stars  are reflected below

a good start to the day

strong signal

good music

yet i can’t spell it

other people use cliches

repeat what they hear

brainwashed

some just laugh at it all

i laughed at the podcast

two guys from america

explaining rhyming slang

from cockney land

changes

to language

an example gone awry

was apples and stairs

left me weak

& happy

here we have seven dangers

to life flood warnings

while johnson made no difference

by visiting

the water did not recede

waters have their own way

as does fire

some doubt climate change

despite the science

she says we shall have sunny spells

& i go to the cinema

a proper saturday

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 no where is safe.

there is a new moon this week.

sbm

oh israel is this what you learned.



from books and that old world war

two.



oh israel i see you  on mosaics

and scattered readings.



i see the past repeated.



if i am not careful.



sbm.

i had summer and winter shoes.

summer brought traditional sandals
white nubuck leather mainly
though sometimes red
never brown

the next year Mum cut the front out

our toes peeped through for playing
for paddling

I dont remember plimsoles really
only that yellow pair for when I went away
and it was then I had lace ups
the only time ever

lately in chester I asked for lace ups
the assistant asked what I meant
so I said

she replied no that she only had shoes
with laces see

in the winter I wore strap shoes
always red
sometimes
double strap
a treat

mum said in the war she would walk
with the boys up in the pram to look
for somewhere with shoes for sale

sometimes she bought them little leather
boots to wear with the knitted suits

that had to be washed carefully

i still have the photographs
I do not have those brothers
no more

i have the other one
born before me
after the war.

i knew you a while

yet

i did not know you



on eating you snapped

at her/ i stepped back



you apologised later



on caring

you snapped



we stepped back some more



is it the programming?

we choose from the two

reactions



we step back  a little further

unpicked ready for the day.

tried to convey joy, delight at
some where back before, some where
so badly spelled. fell on deaf eyes,
ears that cannot see some things.

it is the middle of some where,
one hour’s parking, no photographs
allowed.

he watched me through a window high,
had set the looms some thirty years.

he understood the wool, the thread,
the wonder of it all.

he said some people like utter *******.

as do we.

yet this is another day.

sbm.

a neighbour came, to ask about his dog.
about going to kent, spoke of an exhibition
in berlin.

how they had photographs of the streets
where they hung people in that war,
the second world war, from lamp posts
in berlin.

he stayed a long time, looking,
in berlin.

there is a trailer of a film, to be shown,
here on tv.

it has waited many years.

night will fall.

sbm.







http://www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/berlin.htm



http://www.theguardian.com/film/video/2014/sep/02/night-will-fall-trailer-documentary?CMP=sharebtntw

look at the photograph,
a funny little thing.

who cannot type nor spell
effiiently, the words flowing
too fast from fingers.

hold the charcoal tight, add
fears and misgivings, sound the
angry words in stone. it is not meant
personal, we did not find the key.

so we work until tea, spoiling
the pattern with verbs.

the picture is set, sewn, scratched,
poignantly scraped.

we have stiff little fingers.

sbm.

i have played
dead
on stage
sometimes

it was hard
not to laugh.

we will not have blankets,

if there are none, take the old

rags, layer , stitch and stitch

by hand till fingers bleed.

work along the coast

with thread and diligence.

gather wools, layer carefully,

we shall have warmth this winter.

we will have quilts to share.

sbm

Posted on March 6, 2017



we will not have blankets, if there are none, take the old rags, layer , stitch and stitch by hand till fingers bleed.



work is steady,  absorbsion  as if the outside world is ended.    looking up find it has not.     stitching can be rhythmic, and never mind the capitals.                  other words confound.   birds beat the window.



the questions came that i cannot answer here   or ever.   did not count this time only the final one.                                     noticed the first ones  are now undone. the wrong knots.



maybe we need to check our numbers at the end to see if one or more are missing. ? we need to count them carefully, one side then the other?

work along the coast with thread and diligence. gather wools, layer carefully, we shall have warmth this winter.

eight thirty  till five.   it could have been easy, yet there were issues of the electronic kind   meaning wasting time with wires and connections.



cover the surface.   it takes time.



sbm.

yes.it seems to be stopping now.



it is lifting.       it has been raining

a while you know, in the bedroom,

bathroom and the cellar.



it was heavier outside, faster

than the slow drip of gloom.



sheltered here, we weave and dream

a summer palace, and silas

marner.



sbm.

the lady with the blue umbrella

is merely a road sign, remember.



until we walk over and find there

is not one.



had difficulty sleeping, thinking.

of you all.

the hurricanes.



thinking of you all.



the genocide.

spelled carefully



you all

at war.



all who are ill,

unease.



i went on the bus, saw the mud

from the festival. talked   to you

who got lost and fed the homeless.



read some road signs elsewhere.



sbm.

once upon a time…



only once?

she asked



yes once was enough & there is hope it will not be repeated over

the evil of it all



which time?

i am sure you remember…



prayers are spoken each hour

the bell rings



once upon a time..



only once?

she asked



no, it happens all the time when folk are kind all the time



it comes in layers like a trifle pudding

yet more important than a mere dessert



prayers were spoken each hour

the bell rang



once upon a time

so here all is noisy with wind

water in the cellar





all warnings are to stay put

while

public transport is cancelled



best to be careful they say

best to be sensible, so though

up early for work have made

a decision



and watch the curtains move



i feel that i am not good at

sensible, at being an adult



yet this time is ok

at this age a luxury



to try to be safe

dull

and boring



while worrying about the flowers

getting beaten down



legs still in bed

it is on soundcloud
with ken’s voice and
another and it will
appear in the forum

when it is time. you
see i can copy and paste
here yet it is long and seedy

&

i feel full of daftness and sentiment
that really won’t do this time of a
morning

some may say i am being bashful
though it is absolutely true that i
only did it as it was homework
set by richard, a good sort. wears
the eu badge you now.

then it amused my head daily to imagine
what was happening and it all got longer

i read that a page is 300 words so i done
that then some more. the next homework
was a second page, so that added more

i am late today as work is cancelled yet
again with the storm and we are being
sensible

i think my neighbour has lit the stove
as i can smell it here next door, it feels
companiable, him being there.

we talk about stuff sometimes
out back looking down the estuary.

7.33am

storm dennis
the menace

i am not there no more

only here

and no one missed me

at all

now there is a lesson

to be learned

my lesson

it is overcast today

a slight breeze from the

window

wide

a slight hint of colour

bleeding from the patch below

back garden full

of birds        full

of flowers

the rose scrambling

into air

by the graveyard fence

rusting

i may not write about the mill today

except to say that we were busy

i worry for the world

the warming

the anger

and cut out the things that may affect

it all

no one will notice

and i guess it

will make not much

difference

6.40

news & weather forecast

james

did you see the mammoth coming?

was it so very big, very woolly?

did it smile to you to say hello
did it bring gifts from whence
it came

little things
aide memoires

is the snow deep today
and are you safe indoors

here we go on strike
snuggle up indoors
by the stove

watch films, read books

snow days

james

snow days

no snow here today
no woolly mammoths

i have little monkeys
with party hats

1.

storms are predicted



slowly the sign starts moving



we head toward home        trees

are down.                  power gone



dark                           yet the bones



are showing





the door is open



rattling



2.

we ring the police                                  the line is dead

buttons gone spongy

reduced to mathematics and tying the thing in knots



no dialogue                                             they are out everywhere



trees are      down

bones are showing



here



3.



police arrive                    tree men to mend and repair

on overtime

for

mass calculation



crowd in the house for tea

find there are no pastries offered.



there is nothing in the house.

bones are apparent.



sbm.

have you seen the old house

tucked at the corner by the

abbey.



swallows at the barn opposite

have flown.



the dog barks.



rain drops slowly.



she said it is sold at last,

that someone will look after



it.



i drive away.



sbm.

fine lines.

solo option. wandering fog.

. read.



find the cost of clothes.

enough to keep

us for months.



help those who

need it.



some wear corduroy. make jam.



ride a bicycle.



sbm.

oh she has good hair, strong as wire.

sticks up nicely. did you now that dry

stuff makes it go girly.

if you see such, do say so.



see the smile and touch.



i looked round the woods, read the diary .

blocked again. it was

rather a good day yesterday.



the fear comes back early morning, passes

on cleaning the carpet.



it is human to feel these things, to have

good hair.



mostly.



there is no flood warning. today.



sbm.

i may understand the red thing

i enjoyed the film with the colours
yellow on the tyres and gorse along
the path

reminding of newport . days on the sands
skipping up through the tracks seeing
the adder

colour brings memories and a joy in
the places of our own, we could say
private

yet this is not so. we crave it yet does
anyone understand really?

the smew was still soft a while, am not
sure now so will go down the studio
later and see

strong is good
we need it

they think, yet have
they googled bullying.

what is so wrong with
being kind and gentle
in approach.

we have found here
that softness works
well.

to escape the dreadfulness
of life.

prevent wars, even small ones.

sbm.

no words to describe the mass,

the danger of it all, the hate  that

rises.

the parallel,

the home, the black chair.



power house.

bone house.



sbm.

dive below,       breathe beneath the surface.

rise &              wonder who defines standard.



present tense.

often reduced.



we have water here & float yet not as pretty

as you.



do.



many poets died this day.



some prefer substandard.



sbm.

you can see the mountain, the old school.

it is quite hidden, you will need directions.

up the lane then there it is, all period and

bibelows. all wisdom and friendship.



this is a town , where women

meet in friendship, help each other.



where small things and dainty, give pleasure.



this is a small place, a small life, a pretty place.



this is dolgellau.



sbm.

yes and hope it will be honesty
a good flower then many seeds

for another year

we have thundering rain
i can hear it

i see the buses are all diverted
to avoid dyfi bridge which is
closed for flooding

there is a real pretty footbridge
just along and they say the back
road is a lovely path to walk

travel and work here are now
commanded by the weather

what have we done , oh really

we cry out when some one dies
as we should
&
i have tears for the creatures we
harm who die

i missed the pheasant on the
road last evening
then
it ran in front the oncoming
who avoided it too

yes really
walked off nonchalantly
avoiding the extra letter
which i have deleted

delivery is from 6 am to 7 pm,

so we gets up at 5 am to be

ready and decents, to find

a message to say it will

now be 9am at the earliest.



so we crept about the garden,

heard the owls and imagined

how it will all be.



the summer house.



you and me.



sbm.

sunday
Posted on March 16, 2014

off. stayed a while,
listening to the morning.

she said she had nothing to say,
yet her descriptions were thralling.

talk of allotments, sewing,
domestic days.

i like her letters.

i must write,
thank her for the book.

wild wales.

sbm.

no news on sunday, asking why
am told that it was news all week,
there fore we need a rest one day.

moving on, i am engrossed in folding,
balancing, all those things i am
employed to do, some days.

the war may stop one day.

hopefully.

sbm.

slow on the road yet,
mist rising, as autumn.

birds sing, tea steams.

gently old radio
plays. down in the house
clocks chime, keys hang.

week went well,
all things considered.

we are safe here,
lucky ones.

an accident of birth.

place.

sbm.

no news on sunday, asking why
am told that it was news all week,
there fore we need a rest one day.

moving on, i am engrossed in folding,
balancing, all those things i am
employed to do, some days.

the war may stop one day.

hopefully.

sbm.

Goldfinches are feeding on sorrel. Buzzard wanting to feed on goldfinches. All active as the graveyard grass is cut.

Yes my bike has three speed gear! I felt it was the business, as was the Pashley all country and upright. Yet I could not lift it over the locked gates and had to take the main road to work rather than the lanes. Not sure why I stopped using it, maybe when he got sick.



Drafting stopped here, my elder brother just missed it by a whisker. We called it being called up.

The gov called it National Service.

I guess you were hurt.......one way or another? What was the ship called?

Enjoy this day. I am at mill today.

you know those few days so busy,
much to do and eating sweets in the rain.

when all is small boys and peacocks.

the door groans, it may be a creepy
place, yet all the hedges are good.

all goes quiet again, so smell the perfume.

note the jasmine growing and know
that some things come again.

sunday.

sbm.

do you listen as i do?

having moved the car up the lane

back wards ready for.

the day.           started well unlike

other years.

wait for the bird song , radio three.

eight thirty.                sunday bells,

stand.

in the garden.

listen to the bird song.

sbm.

sunday morning is often quiet here early .the radio playing.



did you know they play music alongside bird  song. a special

moment.



we sit quiet and listen.  you see i think the swallows have gone.

i did not see them leaving.



in syria they drop bombs   to gas the children.



sbm.

as you know,
some of us work sundays,
unless we work on monday.

some times we have this
day off, to have a weekend
of slower time. we pinned
the thought of you, carefully
35 times. needing more, we
shall shop on monday.

small gold at 20p a bunch
not counted. so you are
safe. i have his number
reinstated. twice have stated.


this does not mean i love you.

i shall send them to america.

sbm.

you come as hungry

wild ones



ignore the beans

until mixed with dry dust as protein



you start as picky

then

gobble up

with hunger



wild ones

isn’t it? mutiply. divide and you may be surprised.



i came upon this fella, charity shop find, with mary.



they are surprised.



as am i.



these things have a small life.

=2.



not always a good surprise…….X2



sbm.

thus far

now there are three



one fainted behind the old post office

was rehomed.

two creep the kitchen hungry

i can smell them early



we worried over the fourth to hear it has gone



a sad reversal.



they were clearing the graveyard



ran scared

not buried.



mourned



it has been a cold few days



thus far



sbm.

child in years

ancient in understanding

serve the blade

bone.

irregular, you came, your best clothes

shining.



never mind. the first tune hit the mind,

patterns and mathematics.



the kindness that is, mixes

with dampened autumn air, and your woodsmoke.

sweet oak.



all that there is. here.



sbm.

no sugar.

should i change my words
or is there no such verb.

are you learning language,
niceties, the will to live

after you thought all
was lost.

work together.
we are making a new world,
is this  our
earth and heaven?

sweet tea.

sbm

there is  a need to pace about, wave the paper, move the arms. need to pause and       counter act. if this reading thing                      will work.   maybe moving eliminates the standing .



pause a while to correct the mistakes, remove the titles that are not needed. launch into space, with ideas which defy all religion.



googling I read that  a perfect              sonnet rules.  if according to terms ,           conditions. you think so;   if you have gone     and done it properly. I understand this                 situation. yet some  like free form  verse.



wander into town while your back hurts edging into breaking. meet the one who instigates recycling for its sake and others.   suggested the items, collects and delivers.   meanwhile he eats the offered sweet and confesses there are more …



sbm.