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? …

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

walk the rooms in horror,
see genius in corners,
there.

realise that he may cry
all the tears of life.

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

don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.

find pieces of jigsaw

everywhere here,

and they

don’t fit

together.

if i try

they make

the wrong picture

i like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

cover the place with whiteness.
pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.

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.

small village, mayhap a hamlet, named,
one forgets the rules with all that has happened.


nice to be out, to see the neighbours’ houses,
to see what has changed while i have been working

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

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

trawsfynydd, we forgot the buzzing,
only heard the wind, for
wind there was this time.

the sky predominant, a gap
for the light to pass

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.

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

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

slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.

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

the tree came down wedged on the fence


they came and told me it was mine

that the wall was gone and that was mine

too


came all urgent and important


i went and helped as they said it was mine


later the tree man came to see

told me it was not my tree my wall at all

not my responsibility


maybe I will choose who I believe


the birds take over , like the tree at that angle

so I watch them

is your head clear today, loose limbs, while

mild air floats above.

will you go the other way, as you did

yesterday?

good to hear back from you yet sorry to hear about the difficulties.

.i were doing well with transport, using the buses and walking about.

.now we have the omicron creature here guess my leisure bus rides will be curtailed, essential travel only.

.it were a pleasant interlude encouraged by the grandson and another seasoned  traveller.

.so we move forward differently once again.

.while you and remain in mind.

.you with a balaclava now!

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

seems maybe if it is written down

for tomorrow

in the diary

it gets done today

finalised with finesse tomorrow

like

the stick fence and composting

and other varied tasks

pottering in and out

did you see that river stone there

adding accent

do you see the chicken wire behind the ivy covered some time ago

do you find that predictor adds words not required and meanings irrelevant

even the thorns came useful

were the markers always there
left by some other
wanderer?

on paper
In the studio
that was so precise and quite particular

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

sometimes dots

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

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

while the world is turning there is a small hope to always return home

fail softly with a sloping line

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

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

a touch of red
suggested at dinner, to make
a photograph splendid, i noticed
the same in paintings at exhibition.

looking out, the grave yard, noticed
a touch of colour by the white.

sea fret  in by six.      today the sky has lifted early.

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

lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.

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

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

your words come different, while

with your question come forth

sense of

another world

metaphors, inuendos

a door into an other world

they waved and smiled
i watched the sewing
i watched the stars
the seating all arranged

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

some comes shocking and hard

to bear

james.

fighting the predictions

a curious thread that
hold us together
while apart

darker.

especially the mornings,
i need not tell you really,
you must know.

ok if there is no rush to go,
easy, cosy up and write.

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.

see exhibitions
quiet slow and uneventful
& lasting impressions

a simple drawing out
no fuss
and sometimes late in the evening
think of it
leave the house
and return to the simple line drawing

ideas ,
allelujas of creativity.

let the change come slowly,


join the group.

.so we move forward differently once again.

.while you remain in mind.

damp washing
on radiator.

aroma reminds
of
pudding cloths

soon we stand outside
faces up toward the sun

we will enjoy the natural warmth
set aside the stove for late afternoon
&
evenings

soon the light will stay
with us
longer

my wood store is a plenty
now with variety
of kiln dried
natural
&
eco briquettes

which burn hot
my lovely

though soon
we shall stand in the natural warmth

and breathe

jim

-1°
in dolgellau

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it

today, a reminder of fragility.

only  stone

set before

set like fire in empty barns

#readthat

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

#didyoureadthat?