island.

island / n.1. a piece of land surrounded bywater

2. anything compared to an island,

especially being surrounded in some way

3. a detached or isolated thing

some of us manage

to be vulnerable as naked

in private

some need holding up

in sight from our window

these are the warmer days, days of independance.

days to charm

we ate cake, chocolate cake
with thick chocolate icing on

top
plus the usual buns
with one left ready
for today with coffee

there were four candles
each a different colour
bright

which I have saved
&
washed the little white
holders

all stashed in the proper place
in that dish on the kitchen shelf
above the table

i tidied it all a few weeks back

yesterday I won a writing challenge
&
did not mean to
I just wanted to tell it
how it is
really

later I attempted to trim
the hazel tree and succeeded

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

told them about joan and they said they had to go, get home

later I heard they liked her despite the startled look

she was drawn again yesterday

he set up camp elsewhere

required the internet

i liked the paintings of tents done in dull colours

remember the teacher who disliked the bolder hues

who bakes bread now and posts on facebook

is with the gallery who sacked me for such a thing and other reasons

i don’t know

i bake bread and eat it

yesterday i wrote of comics
free form

now challenged to talk of teeth
and dentists as elizabethan sonnet

form

we know i prefer no rules nor restrictions

with all that stopping to count
and refigure

yet will rise to it in mine notebook
first then down onto the device

today and finish tomorrow
in plenty of time

thankyou

for your offered help

and saying you care for my welfare

all very much appreciated

i thankyou and say it is only temporary

.a happy picture of you indeed all balaclava’d and goggled dashing forth.

.maybe i will get a photograph?

.it has been dry and clear enough to be busy out of doors and there was not time to write because of it.

.i am about to reorganise the kinding store

having tidied the upper room of the outbuilding already and deleted  incorrect predicted commas here.

.washing is out and blowy  while pandemic ensues.

need to move them into a place
of loose adjustment
of random offerings
and sketchy lines

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours
and we finished
on this
i hope you do not mind

i gather leaves now that the sky is clear

see the stars when I put the cat out early

it is a stable door
i open the top

she hisses
though she has been in for hours

i gather leaves
now the rain has stopped a while

look out at the world beyond the garden

it is green
the mountain beyond

i gather leaves now that things have stopped

place them in bags
for the recycling centre

I used to gather leaves my friend
to keep in paper bags

maybe some folk enjoy being alone
my friend

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we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking to a misted world

wore the new yellow cardigan,
the blouse with spots.

yet there were still shadows

life moves on.

no time to double check,
change things before

is set in time , in memory.

two times,
in two ways

we multiply.

tidy beach

soft sand and honest stones
to be fortunate here

yet

some come to spoil things..

.so we move forward differently once again.

.while you remain in mind.

perseverance came cheap they say

in the balance of things

cheap as sausages maybe

although not on offer at asda

come cheaper over at morrisons due next week

perseverance came lovely even the last seven minutes

beautiful like ballet landing softly

i ordered the sausages two packs for four pounds

no animal meat anywhere

meanwhile perseverance pays out

we move forward gently no longer quite so vulnerable

the event that left one bereft

left and

then worked upon with thought and patience

may in time become something

something

useful

saw you fallen

&

photographed you

yet could not save you

nor

any of them

you are a metaphor

did you find a pin there, did you pick it up and stick it?   did you stay safe, wrap the shawl around and hold    it   close?        did you see my life breaking, bring me pins for mending? …

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

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

so while out on a longer walk,
met him and he explained to me,
about walking there and back again

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

wonder if i shall write serious,

tell thee all  hard stories that

don’t exist. i wonder if i shall stop,

when no one reads.

spread out as cotton threads
knotted
&
i will not mention the word

no mention of gains or fortitude
some may look for the other one
some may find it

while the little people with their arms held high
dance in the sunlight with all that remains

comes at night he said

the bleakness

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

sometimes dots

i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day

some of us manage
to be vulnerable as naked
in private

some need holding up
in sight from my window

shades defining.
now I have to say that I usually like
the colour as items, yet maybe not
as entity.
I face the slate
grey
and bleed red

only  stone

set before

set like fire in empty barns

#readthat

the social worker was a ***** back then

#didyoureadthat?

on checking I find
my dictionary

which explains.

it means

a place of discussion & debate

which it is indeed.

yet I don’t do that no more

really….

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

find pieces of jigsaw

everywhere here,

and they

don’t fit

together.

if i try

they make

the wrong picture

new mathematics

the rooms were swept yesterday
bones hidden
teeth implied

yet the shape remains embedded

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

we are survived.
light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

yes is amazing. the babies **** on tree roots underground for 17 years then when they emerge make sounds enough to drown out any planes.

nice she gave you cabbage again.

i have an overload of mushrooms so I **** them in the air fryer with home made bread n oil then finish off with toasted cheese.

thankyou

a differing light
shades and all that surrounds
i drew them later
my way

.from the archive.

google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.

i like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

your words come different, while

with your question come forth

sense of

another world

metaphors, inuendos

a door into an other world

james

it don’t seem to work as well
in email

comes alongside shopping
cash back and ebay notices

gets lost


we like things in place
in categories where it

can be dealt with neatly
in an order of service

and though I miss it james
maybe it was time

and I wonder still

why you left

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

i hear that all is arrived and tested
well done everyone

those that invented
those that made and packed
shipped

and he who unpacked and put together

romping was the focus
after crawling

it is all remembered
like riding a bike
they say

lawns are a thing
i watched the history
been to a museum in southport

pretty place that for a town
with council gardening you know
all neat and patterns with orange
usually

here it is left longer for the wild things
to live and hide

then mowed much later
in the summer with grit
and determination

i have a real old green one
hand pushed yet I keep it safe
and use the electric mower
carefully

was the bike delivered safely?