told you, no one will listen if we are quiet,

they have all lost interest’

yes.

‘do they only listen to loud folk , those that  shout

and remonstrate’

seems so.

as you know,
some of us work sundays,
unless we work on monday.

some times we have this
day off, to have a weekend
of slower time. we pinned
the thought of you, carefully
35 times. needing more, we
shall shop on monday.

small gold at 20p a bunch
not counted. so you are
safe. i have his number
reinstated. twice have stated.


this does not mean i love you.

i shall send them to america.



pins

there may be after effects
yet

nobody suggested a flock of pigeons

at 2pm that snowy afternoon

and that notes will be made

no one mentioned sleeping
later than usual

those chin tattoos
that come all beautiful
and trendy

no one thought that you will like one…

slipped sideways.
while all remains the same, something is different.

we find it when the rain stops,

light comes through.                       yesterday morning

looked nice.

dry he wore the white dress
though
his hair curled damply

we drew him
we painted him

he is taller now & remains
much the same

the thing desired some years back

is

now offered

& now

no longer required

unlike the landscape hereabouts yet only up the road
up the road where all comes beyond reality to help with reality

seems that you are trouble, is that correct?
yes.

it seems you need to let the birds sing

they are all animals even cows and sheep

and horses

she ate them

except the horse as she did not fancy that

she only ate those she was used to

ran out yesterday

lost you completely with the pattern in the sky

the leaves on the oak

on the mountain.       i lost you





you left the group

took off and flew



flight was not sustained

hovering over past demeanours

faltered

landed carefully



in disappointment hugging

affirming it did not matter

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking to a misted world

maybe connections are missed the link dismissed.    

metaphors faint as my flimsy whispers  

symbols   do you deny me peace?   perhaps you utter the words constantly?  

look closely

while all around is trembling , we weave together
with dreams and possibilies.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter
now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

i too fly solo though
i did enjoy live performances
as you may tell

with all that talk of circus

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

used to wonder where they go
now I have an app to tell me

i watch the geese in the estuary
hear their sound

later in the garden
when the sun shows

raise my face into that light

early yet

I have to tell you
that

i went a different way
to avoid the usual

nicely

sometimes I have toast

and sometimes insert one comma

day of small things,
slowly steadily worked
as we rest the dust motes,
shine as gold.

here they forecast an awful rain yesterday
yet it came quite warm and gentle and

i shared some nougat with the delivery man

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

struck dumb

i shook to think of you all

looking up as one plane flew over

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

"Is art a box that you climb into?”

“Well, yes, I guess it is. I never thought of it like that”

“Are you compartmentalizing?”

only  stone

set before

set like fire in empty barns

#readthat

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

#didyoureadthat?

care for small things

to be tired after it all
to sleep soundly

carelessly

the day yesterday

seems we gets busy here and there
yet cannot verbally explained why we write
and paint

later had my second walk
to see a differing light

shades and all that surrounds

i drew them later
my way

you know how you can hear me,

when i am thinking. ‘yes that is because

i came from the forest, it is quiet there,

we can hear everything’

yes.

‘where have you been all day?’

here and there and felt the air

on my cheeks.

‘ so i hope the blanket of sadness

is lifting?’

yes. thank you bear.

so,

must we write about it before we forget,

before  people come and disagree?

they have small waists and a  national costume

early

mist and greyness alongside a nice breeze through the window brings joy

builder is getting on fine and though the roof is mended it looks just the same only tidy

there is


one particular tile that looks quite divine.


i will hang out the window sometime to take a photograph for you



the interview felt dull, yet I will persist. 

with punctuation

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.

here we only know fear

and hiding again it splits

in two

ideas ,
allelujas of creativity.

let the change come slowly,


join the group.

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

listen
to the divine air now


we are starting to breathe
a little

we shall never know
for there is no microscope

here

moving on i feel it was a flashback
to the girl who wished for quiet and
can remember  in detail

it was at the bus stop where the buses converge

transfer the passengers

where everyone talks though

not about that, nothing like that.

she came from dolgellau, said hello and talked about all those things, no fuss, just honestly ,

on the way to berlin.

yes

using phrases like the enemy
it don’t go unnoticed here either

a negative use of language
instead of facts as you say

incitement and riot talking
found not guilty when tried

it is the modern way
to use adjectives that don’t apply

descriptions that come unnecessary
with double letters

and meanings

they talk in metaphors like me

they have a differing task, are not
magicians with a comma

moving on

i hope she will like a bike
and ride along with you

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

let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.

my plans change
for the bus company

suggests we don’t go today
go on wednesday

not even tomorrow
unless it’s urgent

been busy though early
under the tree

no shoes at all, my delight

the neighbour gone looking for boots
you know

the shop up town soon closing

not this town
up blaenau…


13.55

no words to describe the mass,
the danger of it all, the hate  that
rises.
the parallel,

power house.
bone house.

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

carefully we drew her out

all tidy with reason, wearing

us down

friend came on the trip
yesterday
and we enjoyed it yet

i am used to going alone.

after she was all enthusiastic
and suggested more and more

i am used to  going alone….

.so we move forward differently once again.

.while you remain in mind.

do you wish to stay in bed today?

yes

has it all been a bit much?

yes

will it be letting the side down?

yes i guess so. i will decide in a minute.

no words to describe the mass,

the danger of it all, the hate  that

rises.

the parallel,

power house.

bone house.

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

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