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

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.

palest blue, some say,
duck egg, with rust,
slight dusting of rose
to combat corrugated iron.

a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,only just a theory,


yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

things will do for now
until it changes again

slightly

bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it

there a little cloud with teardrops

a wash of shadowed grey

they came and cut the oak tree

not down entirely. they call it

trimmed

for he was worried it will fall

on his

house

it still may yet that is

a different story

here there are old yews all about

with tree protector orders and love

from those below

who have insurance

who remember deportment and unfortunately

elocution class

and may have preferred the predicted

thankyou

for your offered help

and saying you care for my welfare

all very much appreciated

i thankyou and say it is only temporary

the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.

it is a tangled affair
too many people talking at once

it is a messy affair
paint smudges and runs

eventually all comes clear
one having the final say on board

predictions come and disappear
quickly as the local planes

sometimes heard
not seen
here

there is a small airfield up along
the coast

once the airship came
we drove to watch

it go over

heavy

days of our life

james

days of our lives

yesterday I watched a documentary
about monkeys

decline

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

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

was noted that some folk aren’t bothered and carry on without looking
the difference is a thing

we lerned how to play,
one letter at a time or
they gets stuck.

badly.

details
and wonder if there is any hope

will they miss me there or
merely carry on regardless

this is good
maybe this is what the time has been for
to clear

a reassessment

of stuff
our preferences

i have to tell you in all excitement the new pencil sharpener arrived yesterday

described as longer lasting and made my pencils pointy

the lines came fine
i told her and she
said she will like
one too
so it is in the post

she was given a bottle of jersey milk with an image of a cow imprinted and planned to make
rice pudding

with grated stuff to taste

i don’t  like milk puddings yet did not say so as not to spoil the story for her

i like liquorice

yes i am inclined to agree; it will be an uphill journey
for us both.
to learn, to grow

i guess you are out on the bike speeding about the tracks


whizzing along
and i may have found a photo and wonder if it is true


exercise came unusual friday

a walk with the cat in tow

not too far for fear
of losing her


then a repeat with seceteurs in the lane 


the log run came heavy unloading then stacking


required coffee after
and escapist drawing

it all starts here today
and will take a long time

there are so many many of us
lots upon lots

though early the lanes are clear
he sees no one
only the ice and frost

goes tentatively in the wrong boots

imagines the slipping so moves
the phone to a front pocket in

case

his imagination runs riot
as before and remembering

not to use the first word
that comes in his mind

or too many recognizable
cliches james

so we talked about dna alterations
those tracking devices they say are
inserted

and laughed over the silliness
of our conversation and then

i drew the tidy face and then

the scaffolders came

day five brought two voices

one day

same segregation

a night of stars



sickly child and predetermined words

flicker from page to

flicking the power fails

while some follow the mass

others raise fist protest



nothing was ever promised

nothing ever came fair, an invented entitlement

where no one is entitled

we have one pause

a tadpole before the jumping frog

comes wet and creaking

we forget the punctuation

we look at the pictures

only

did i sit quietly thinking
then place a few
things together?

yes

.raining.

they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

black rook, flies over white moon

duck egg blue

the ironmongers in town

at three seventy nine

we can walk there and back or there

and bus back you see

they say my brother
would walk to Sherry’s
for the stales with a pillow

case to carry they say

he never ate none on
the way home and i

wonder if that is true

later years gran would
take me in the shop
to buy fresh

she favoured the cream horns.

one seventy nine

=

one pound seventy nine

or

one pound and seventy nine pence.

is how we says it
here

now the days grow lighter, my head is
tied back on, and all seems well.

the anxiety failed later in the day
a more comfortable place as i
watched other peoples ways and
opinions

we saw the lights in the village

it comes a wider space, with mistakes and misgivings.

nothing in this world is perfect.

"and who allowed you to live a beautiful life?”

she asked about side effects and though
after reading the instructions felt there

were none

noted before

when suddenly came the surge of energy

we look for sand

there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea

the sea that is rising

time is limited these days.
those one admired in youth
devastate us now.

can we know all things .we
only went twice ?

while in the studio a series
commenced

marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic

we do so many things.

we are no longer afraid.

make the best of summer days,

winter follows.

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

rain comes here in waves
reflecting feelings

sometimes i can smell the sea
though some miles from the shore

most of it works now,
memory plays a part,
when we look
to the mountain.

no one
is looking, there is no one here. we are not afraid of
the night.

we spin.

think the road is closed for people on bicycles

with a helicopter flying over

this morning while doing the garden in the heat got sweaty and allergic

sneezing with spotty rashes

i ate tinned gooseberries from the fridge in the cool corner of the cottage

and felt better

maybe you had your own money
not the exact amount  handed

to my brothers
with prime instructions

and no looking at the
forbidden places

nor loitering by the cafe

or

bought by mother
independently
as a gift

where were  the choices

you seemed to have

not here, not here.

james

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

so flimsy it is hardly there.
so worn, it is almost dead.

recreate the dying in your head.

so small it is hardly there.
so cheap it is almost dead.

draw it. recreate the scene in your head.

flashing
nought nought


a sure sign that something
has occured


i will know more when i investigate

work is steady, absorbsion
as if the outside world
is ended. looking up
find it has not.

stamped a hundred times
in rhythm,
war of the worlds.

a call, a message.

i was not excited.

it is forever autumn.

into the wild wood

feet plant into earth

again

skin sharp with lingered  frost

dust motes sing my heart high

perhaps it helps them to feel safe
or is it designed by those
who wish to keep them
below

i wonder


21.22

can you clamber
through the rocks
slipping into water
oily boots leaking?

can you stride out
over dewy moors
peat bogged
with no direction?

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.

so i says to the bear when he woke,



hello,

i will be quiet today.



why, he replies.



my friend has died.



the bear says, then i shall be quiet too.