snakes figure a bit here since
i saw that one in the
famous old painting with a egg
in its mouth

any number
will be sent despite blood
from bulbs, stranded fingers,
picked, plucked at rags, thead.

and filaments.

it seems the work is cupboards.

cabinet makers.

while in the studio a series
commenced

marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic

initially it was said

that secondly should be

second and initially

should be first

i was confused that

nobody said third

and comforted

by the sound of fourth

a

memory of moth

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

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

lady on the bus told me her sister kept lots of soap and what did I think.

I says she sounds like me.

love the line
my little room that overlooks
the river

such an image in my mind

my grans are dead
seemed to have three and i don’t know really

there was gran who baked the beans that
i spoke of yesterday though i never ate none

then there was granny pussycat who i never
knew really

and granny wigs

grandads were all gone and missing

except mr palmer who was no relation

and had a good workshop
tidy and interesting and

that is a fact

proper grandad was a green grocer
i was told with a horse and
cart which fell on him

the delivery horses ate the flowers in gran’s
front garden

night scented stocks she said

it takes time and patience to be  brave;

to face the consequences, to be         so

bold.



the calculations are seven

the idea left us dancing.

use what is already there,
make do and mend, linen

threads hang heavy, needles
preserved. small holes ready.

shall we mend the rags, or
pin them onto wool pads
ready for discovery.

these are the planning days,
the filming ways, of
lifts and wild imagininings.

the tabernacle wales.
the tannery.

was mentioned that people turn it back to themselves

tried it and found it so

that or not showing care
for the deep ness of it all

maybe i shall not go to dunster again

after all

and shall miss it

&

more

will miss you…..

.note. i never did pronounce dulverton as dulverton…

is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us

onward.

what small thing
touched you yesterday,
touched your heart.

among the larger issues,
outstanding nonsense,
did some thing
stop you in your tracks
to wonder.

one small thing.

did you too
forget richard parker ?

no words to describe the mass,

the danger of it all, the hate  that

rises.

the parallel,

power house.

bone house.

so the bear has become a companion.



of sorts in times of stress

and needlessness.



i call him darling sometimes,

not often.



some days he stays in bed ,

not often.



some people are witnesses, study

the evidence.



i prefer the bear.

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.

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

liked in potatoes called spuds

& maybe there was one

covering us

that wore away over years…

well never mind

they say and go get on with it

meanwhile I thought of you back then all those years ago

underlined

it came four legged

trouncing down the dark


no one was distressed here nor

frightened


one finds more fear in the doings

of men, their counterparts


fear of too much punctuation haunts

us

unlike the four leggeds

*

there are stars

there are no stars


so what is the true meaning

here


running in the dark

sorting in the rain things get wet


puddles form

wordsjointogether


a long dark road

two legged

we need to concentrate on detail

to describe things properly

need to

go there each year a while

to retain to remain in memory

need to

care for  little things

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended


yet they came
without warning

the back road was
littered, rather blustery.

today
we have a darker day

was scared of the lions and other
creatures

not the elephants nor the clowns
james

i loved them both
and still do

peter, i could not make things like that either and admire those that can.

it is good to mend and keep things nice

such an achievement

as he left the garden
he said they may be working nearer home now.

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

the sea that is rising

there a little cloud with teardrops

a wash of shadowed grey

some places we have only passed through
and if the history were told we may understand it different

than reality

these slower times I find more exploration yet only of the now with patches of this and that

maybe I should write beautiful

lilting stuff again with rhymes and things

like people seem to like


or tragic dark long stories

of dreadful deaths

and mourning

as before


today will say it would have been

an anniversary

for what that is worth


he asked me the year

and surprised that i remembered


of course i miss them

just pretending to be a hard *****

and maybe, and probably
i cannot fix it
so will look after it
admire it daily
unless it rains

james

do not feel so great, again today.

i wanted to be european.

a bigger picture.

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


the sea that is rising

i am travelling to the end of the world

with you.



all.



unless we stop to

start again.



unless we travel more careful



we shall see

blackened lakes.



kissing the ancestors, hugging the memories presently.



now



the will of the people over rides that of the mystery.



throwing all into
misalignment

one enjoys the names of colours here

would have liked a job in that department

ignoring the racist ones from the fifties

smiling at those from farrow and ball

heritage colours come dull

as lockdown hit here first

i painted my outsides in happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour

and oh that name come true
on opening jim

is fading now
yets remains as the description

a new bike
how joyful

hairgrips

at asda are two pounds fifty pence

those from morrisons are one pound

all delivered

ordered the blonde ones though

wanted grey….

take note of the numbers,
especially those with 9, as
in 29.

the page is speckled,
left unread mostly these days,

should that dot be approved

and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

it was another lockdown

with discussions on milk

that seemed important

then we heard voices distant, watched with a comma, saw the group walking the lane early

red tops and shorts

six thirty a.m.

feels necessary to hold onto memories
and to repeat myself

stains the cup if left standing,

remember the hotel, 1964,

we used to scour them especially

round the handle, then the base.

the medicine works

though leaves the passages

dry

triggers sets me thinking of cowboys

we don’t have those here either

yes

so I won the challenge yesterday
and have set a new one
will judge it on may 4th

not saying much of intelligence
really

the weather is beautiful here
all sunshine and bird song

so I guess they will come
and turn places into car parks
again

even though buses are provided

i did not want to win though

no major side effects except dreams of side effects

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

Listen to .. gentle .. by sonja benskin mesher on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/sonja-benskin-mesher/gentle?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=1

looking up

see rainbows

&

the small plane still flies over

most days

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

some things fade with time,
with sun and washings.
this one remained bright,
even glaring

all ok for me here
even though my battery
gone low

writing before
it recharges

life is pleasant
even with the arrival

of

monkey pox thing
avoiding zeds all together

guess you know more about war
than most

good you have your benefits
now

he asked to be friends
with suchlike

so we replies no just pals

and he don’t understand

hahaha

am not bothered
me

maybe you will help
with the writing

it was a documentary
so i guess it is still there

james

16.26

#slabcity

some of you have mentioned the bear

the absence

yet still here though quiet

now

no more proclaiming

just whispering within these walls

or sending thoughts

there is still confusion and little understanding of the world

there is no gender pronoun

the bear is a quiet affair

feels as if. the thing i was doing

has overtaken me.   wealth  has no

agenda,                nor have  capitals.

rules come away. a differing

place,  turning in the year.

it came gently.

forgot to say
that one bear
here
now has silk floral pants

as in underwear
not pants as in america

here we say trousers

anyhow there is no photograph

the guy in the charity
says there are no doll’s
clothes in stock

do you say thrift?

6.20am

numbers


they add some for emergency


dreaming nothing works

becomes seedy like rubber buttons


stitched on particular

wear


they come at us with knives


power houses

talking with tongues

with nowhere else to go


no one else to torment


i laugh at them talking in metaphors

yet I do the same


there are raindrops on the window


while I die

of laughing

Shoreline would be more an exploration of the concept….shorelines more related to actual examples…..how about that?