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the clouds hang heavy

the mass, the clouds lay heavy, rain that came, that blinded again. blinded those that could not see the love and idle artefacts, each one a statement of nothing in particular.
1d · 31
.the capital.
some make mistakes
i do and avoid the capitals

main thing is to weather the storms
and visit daily
i too lean slightly
2d · 44
.story.
tell you it is a full and complicated story
that may upset.
i wrote it quickly using shape,colour,
metaphor and symbol.
3d · 82
.memories.
the pattern remains the same,
the sentences longer. this is not an issue, and is
accepted gratefully.

they say that the latter will bring immense relief,
to try it consciously.
darkness descends
with out the need for words. pray for
forgiveness if you are so inclined.
5d · 48
.island monkeys.
island monkeys could not
go abroad
no boat
no plane no nothing
sadly they read books on other countries
with adventures, himalayas & ranuph fiennes
6d · 70
..bone house..
no words to describe the mass,
the danger of it all, the hate  that
rises.
the parallel,

power house.
bone house.
7d · 75
. high.
high, mountain track,
scattered trees, country
road.
spend the day , waterlogged
moor, black rooted, bring it home.
Mar 20 · 76
.dune.
tides are higher now, flooding the paths. he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us
the wood louse died and feel it was natural not ****** or an accident

a lot of this event here

an old house

feeling sad about it we remembered reading that the energy does not disappear

that it changes form

we smiled when we knew that and placed the tiny body in the compost

later that day we saw art from materials placed in compost

and smiled
Mar 18 · 115
.lower field.
we watched it come down over the mountain spreading
slowly
as the cloud passed by the sun
after cooling indoors we went to see
the maker in the lower field
Mar 17 · 70
..place..
feeling my way
through the history of this place
Mar 16 · 65
..things..
we should look after things
better. i wrote a thing a while
back. it filled my head with
pictures.
Mar 15 · 166
.boxes.
will watch the film on perception tomorrow alongside
another. red & white.  they say it will change my life.

meanwhile i **** boxes.
Mar 14 · 119
..notes..
said old people fold notes
&
i felt insulted.

she said it bothered her a lot
when she counted them.

we should keep them flat
&
others may agree
Mar 13 · 81
..charts..
who defines the different
level of thought
is there a manual
with charts and graphs
a litmus test to testify
that the thought got tangled
Mar 12 · 91
...constant..
some things fade with time,
with sun and washings.
this one remained bright,
even glaring
Mar 11 · 133
..pretty thing..
is a pretty thing especially today with the backdrop being darker
Mar 10 · 81
..connections..
seems there may be some connection
some call it a trigger
some things leave us cold and wondering
hope to revert to an earlier
idea of smudge and carbonate
james
you see
there is no control
only that we think we have
which is probably all imagined
Mar 8 · 139
.oh.
hesitate again
look down

regret my first sentence
now

maybe will say it some other time
now
Mar 7 · 33
.home.
pinky glow

she said that it was the coldest night for years

and I forget how many
Mar 6 · 96
..the bungalows..
were built where the chickens did live

where the old cottages were and some time back a photo occurred to remind.

bungalows

seemed modern to me, then the Shirley’s came, Mr and Mrs, with two boys in short trousers.

brian and the other one

they had wallpaper with galleons on while we had distemper  that was best not to lean on

my mum looked after those boys and once took them to grans

think it was Brian who slipped on the glass roof he climbed and split his leg open

next to them were a lady who had a baby born and showed me how to breastfeed with a rubber **** and me a child under 8

i think there were three bungalows in all

them days mother did not shop at coop,  nor did her mother  either, something regarding dividends
Mar 5 · 77
..parlay..
storm came yesterday dark and loud  the landscape veiled
awash a while
black things fade and all is grey

win or lose hedge your edge
write of parlay
Mar 4 · 56
.metaphor.
there is not much more to add, it is lighter
now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

metaphor.
Mar 3 · 32
..chicken farm..
which previously i called a small holding

provided us with murdered birds

heads bitten off

saved mum a job there

and when they sold it along with the old cottages set back

the bricklayers came and while  low down in their building

i ran round the back of our house despite her warning

fell

broke my head open

those brick layers took me to the hospital in their van

a towel wrapped round

two stitches

i bear the scar still

and they built bungalows
Mar 2 · 136
.model.
this is a little model.

it may be full of
metaphor.
Mar 1 · 56
..10 °..
it is warm and i worry
about the ice melting
Feb 29 · 75
.frailty.
spoke to others yesterday about
banning the word coping as a negative
thing, said with sympathy
head to one side.

it feels a frail word and does not apply
Feb 28 · 71
..hot water..
comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue
the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine
we can walk there and back or there
and bus back you see
he said folk get used to anything
Feb 27 · 107
.remembrance.
i find
the memories are not as you may think.
i have new ones.
Feb 26 · 97
.twice.
time is limited these days.
those one admired in youth
devastate us now.

can we know all things .we
only went twice ?
Feb 25 · 56
.shhh.
keeping things entirely to oneself is usual yet conflicting with the need to identify happenings
Feb 24 · 64
.space between lines.
taught as required for copying  so we all looked the same
though some added bits and embellishments, which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense
Feb 23 · 34
.tanks.
find the place overwhelming and claustrophobic, yet as you say some bits are interesting if i can stand the first bits.

met the tank man when i was there who talked lots.

knows all about tanks.

says he is in the pub if I want to chat.
Feb 22 · 42
.haunted.
they captured him because they could,

then told him he was free to go.

as he walked away

they shot his face off.
Feb 20 · 104
.change.
intentions to change it all
then see what is already there and
carry on quietly
knowing the change will come
whether slowly or suddenly
james
Feb 19 · 46
.walking in snow.
mentioning that, please note, it is only

certain elements that startle.

the fear of falling mentioned before, yet i stride out confident and all the while my brain is in-flight with dizziness and disconnect

on pavements.

though, there is a softer sound,

on earth or grass am capable

whilst oft i fly….
Feb 18 · 120
.dinner with siblings.
told him when he asked about dinner
with his sister


we laughed and the wind blew things
away
Feb 17 · 37
.kitchen.
wrote the other day about the coal man falling

being brought into our kitchen

the memories

the marks

mother preparing the chicken killed by the fox in the small holding next door and donated

five of us and are asked to watch

i look away

the table is wood and wide

our gas stove grey with little legs,white door, a downward handle,

space under

where the cat hides

near christmas, she washes the dried fruit and puts under a tea towel on the side

we eat bits

we think she will not know

guess she does and how we laugh when the ginger beer blows up in the larder

i wonder when he eats a whole swiss roll….he dies some weeks after.

my brother..

i don’t like walking in snow
Feb 16 · 56
.same.
laugh at them talking in metaphors
yet I do the same
Feb 16 · 39
.same.
laugh at them talking in metaphors
yet I do the same
Feb 15 · 90
.ir.
came shiny
lovely at 45 degree angle

oh no
he said
this is the wrong one
Feb 14 · 195
.sadly.
sadly some folk laughed at him called him names.
Feb 13 · 59
.today.
it is the blue tie and orange
top that looks distinctive..

..today..
Feb 12 · 96
.changes.
ideas ,
allelujas of creativity.

let the change come slowly,

join the group.
Feb 11 · 62
.moving forward.
using the light spots,
neglecting the dark,
except the margins.

so we go
dear child moving
forward.
these are the warmer days, days of independance.

days to charm
Feb 9 · 46
.sounds.
listen
to the divine air now
we are starting to breath
a little
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