there was thing

to write about

yet

i forgot

it

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.

early yet

I have to tell you
that

i went a different way
to avoid the usual

has been a long time coming, it lasted many years,

now is gone.

all of it, all the straight ideals and weathered work.

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

i dislike the cold
have wrote if that before

though not to you

i wrote that I fear slipping

breaking the soft words

of my life

*

there is news from the village

some is good and all there is tidy

while some comes shocking and hard

to bear

james

fighting the predictions

so the falling days,
end today, winter waits,
and the songs, and words,
tunes are all to warm us,
and hold us safe

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

power house.
bone house.

out walking got to thinking

on a conversation with the neurodiverse child who considers me odd

walked a fair few miles today

in old money

keith

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

i shared some nougat with the delivery man

on monday which was mayday bank holiday only may day was saturday with monday being the third already

i drew pictures on scraps left over from the other pictures i had cut round carefully

all day it rained hard, drumming

a little world here of characters and stories none of them famous nor commendable

it was mentioned that some people don’t know what whitsun is and he agreed and said

what is it then?

coal and seed merchant at the top

by the turning before the fire

station

on the left going up

opposite where my brother worked on saturdays

in the fishmongers

both places had a particular aroma

you may just imagine

he brought home crab claws for tea and i did not like them

liked the seed merchant, allowed to feel and hold unlike the coal that too had names

nutty slack, briquettes and smokeless

while others remain unremembered

google reminds

&

late afternoon light beams the cabinet & mind wonders

think of granny and her ham tea with thick white fat and orange edging.

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

we find it when the rain stops,

light comes through.                       yesterday morning

looked nice.

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

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

only  stone

set before

set like fire in empty barns

#readthat

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

#didyoureadthat?

in green road we used to run out

if we heard a car coming as they
were few and much between them

often dogs would chase
down the road barking

later out for a sunday drive
farm dogs lay waiting

and repeated the above

we sat on the kerb to write
the numbers and walk to the
station for trains

i still like numbers and so
does he

not mathematically
just numbers plain

and wonder if that is acceptable

these days

james

the same kerb where I joined
the dust men for lunch sandwiches
in their break

backs against the red brick wall

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

he said that we will die,
as all things will die,
go back to nature.

i agreed.

he will remember me.

the whole family,
returned in the evening
cooler, cleared the hay
from the graveyard.

it was hot, so
i layed a cold
flannel on
his head.

while it was, he said

he knew things I didn’t.

and i advised i knew stuff also that he did not.

his reply was that he did not watch the news, nor have a radio for that made him sad.

i do, so who is the witness here?

'we were friends’  more than that with promises that faded into silence. i woke this morning the same….

should that dot be approved
and how about the predicted?

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

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….

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

may understand the red thing

enjoyed the film with the colours
yellow and gorse along
the path
days on the sands
skipping up through the tracks seeing
the adder

later had my second walk
to see a differing light

shades and all that surrounds

i drew them later
my way

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

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

pattern set, loom  idle.

slaying the reed  over,
task of threading done.

hope over  holiday
thread may fall.

this mill is a place of
meeting, greeting

this year.

tenterhooks.

the pattern is set,
in stone.

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

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.

becomes part of the
pattern
a mark on the horizon

could change it for another yet it has become
a mantra

a pause like in breathing

they say, and close the stores.

it is complicated, to do with floor space and employees rights.

we had chocolate eggs, worked hard, let our arms loose.

warmer now, the sun shone, people came, visited,

smiled, fondled the wool, spoke of age and weaving.

he said there were many looms in his day.

he is eighty eight, he told me many times.

on a blue theme

new with gouache

come lately


hermes delivered
they know where I live now
learned quickly
after the first mistakes

we have to be brave and strong
like always
like we done before

we draw the ways we walk
daily

now in blue

though we wiped away the second coat
of paint

every year, here

the yellow flags find us.

nonchalantly driving,

wondering,

how to spell that word.



looking to the next road,

you know you love,

forgetting the time

of year they come.



flat lands, yellow

with the flags, the iris,

the medieval house.



he talked about the cow,



while i remembered the first field,

filled with them.



i did not take a photograph.

much of the time is spent with this or other things which pass the day nicely. linen  hangs  heavy, needles preserved. small holes ready.

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

slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it

today, a reminder of fragility.

the bear looked puzzled, sat back and said,

‘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.



‘do you mind’ said that bear sympathetically.



no.

do you not know the name, some do

and believe in her. the rod of jesse.



some say it is a pillar of salt

yet the news says most people

don’t.

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking

so the bear looks at me and says,



‘ you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘



yes.



‘so it was all your imagination?’



yes.



‘i feel a bit better now’

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

meanwhile james the seeds grow
and i gets smaller

stay safe

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

here we only know fear

and hiding again it splits

in two

find the chosen pathways
watch the birds and wild
flowers grow

below the scene plays out

with wildlife as punctuation

struck dumb

i shook to think of you all

looking up as one plane flew over

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.