we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking

yesterday a sea fret, misted trees,

added edge ; visual delight.

i like the road to there.

should like to see that
do you have a photograph?

i have a drier and have noticed a touch of rust
and a clunky sound though

i don’t use it  much with having the washing
line in the garden

and a clothes horse in the outbuilding
and the other thing above
the name forgotten

occasionally I will finish off a few things on
the little toy airer by the radiator

a gift from my friend jim who lives abroad now

he is a hairdresser

you know

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

tiny things become intimate

you may put them in cases, or hang on pins
straight or safety, it becomes political

the choice is yours

bulldog clips

the history is complex
involved with movement
and a state of mind

on all parts

yesterday was long and simple

the event that left one bereft

left and

then worked upon with thought and patience

may in time become something

something

useful

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

asked if he referred to the war

which we consider affects us all

he nodded then sat down in his garden chair

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

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

saw you fallen

&

photographed you

yet could not save you

nor

any of them

you are a metaphor

anyhow we done the draft

then turned it round about


a few more hours fiddling
and it may suffice
with a double eff

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

stood steady in wonder
watched the dark bleed
across the sky

watch birds scatter

notice my neighbour is using coal 

as well as logs now


this is a new turn for him

a break in the routine


i use nugget things besides

the kiln dried things which

burn up bright for flame


during the day I let it glow softly

later

while relaxing let it flare nicely

for comfort 


it is not cold yet 

with so much time at home

is nice to have the stove lit


music

fruit

and a thriller or some more


sometimes we read

and sometimes  we just sit

to look out the window

out at the mountain

each day, each day the suns shines
and we stay at home

seen in aberystwyth
lately, an other world.

away.

layers of paint,
wider crossings.

the man saw his father
in mirrors, helped
with tiny shoon,
helped with self
esteem.

it only took one
hour,
to blow
those cobwebs
away.

i met the story teller,
in the museum,
the street,
the place between.

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

while in the studio a series
commenced
marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic

there was thing

to write about

yet

i forgot

it

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.

life moves on.

no time to double check,
change things before

is set in time , in memory.

two times,
in two ways

we multiply.

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

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

she normally goes earlier
though being later yesterday

we met again
and chatted

her daughter also walks daily
with her friend and the dog

we talked about the track
and other  little things

like the mileage
and her knee

you know

then the warden came
and i thanked him for the garden

the wildlife garden

i think my work,
my soul
is in
my chest.

save old card for drawing on and bending about all messy

charcoal gets everywhere and causes coughing
so have been neater recently and careful

comes at night he said

the bleakness

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low
over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.
all is dust, as dust we have become.                 slow.
grey.

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

becomes larger as time moves on.
it started early, with greek poetry,
the radio, which played all day.

some of us manage
to be vulnerable as naked
in private

some need holding up
in sight from my window

copy, paste..

a military term for the land, sea, and air space that is involved in or may become involved in war operations.

he said they built a special platform like at viewpoints for tourists

with coin slot binoculars or such like

for folk to watch, for students on a school day out, bussed for hours to see

the genocide.

you came again in auto fill

last evening sat alone



we still cannot understand

there is no explanation for that

nor what you did



you are a ghost to us now

fading



we watched it on tv

the cobwebs away, yet not all of them.


impossible, an old house. there would be

time, if it was national trust where all is

care and cleaning, though i have heard

they leave some now for authenticity.


I imagined it would cost forty five, yet it was sixty,

until the special offer.


we have washed and dusted,

spring cleaned, had time for the garden.


again.


it is a nice place

here.

in blue writing

as if

it is important

you see

they will not swim in the tidal pool
no

nor their families nor them before that

we do and the little fishes come
we do
we are a different family

oil pond mirrors the darkness the november

day                  sun draws white against the grey

this       leaf  lays on earth

there is no god

not hungry nor otherwise



you look at me straight and ask the past

and briefly I say & say there is no god



you did not smile nor shout you are the deadest thing

dead down .              no smiling  despite birds gone  by



on greasy wings                       .i remember your look

your face

drawn grey as mourning doves

that remind

for me there is no god

are having a new bus shelter on the bangor route hurrah….with digital.


after sheltering under a twig nigh on 30 years will now be dry.


went to aberystwyth yesterday and there is no shelter that way

no twig and all the bus windows were open for the covid

**

today is the asda van

substitutes steak type pies with chicken type…..

then subs chicken type pies with steak type

vegan…



bread instead of bread

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

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….

added bits and embellishments which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense my head came heavy with drowsy
fell off
&
i did not return

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.

winding we hurry

to reach the top

climbing to a



safe place with hope



often the stars  are reflected below

wore the new yellow cardigan,
the blouse with spots.

yet there were still shadows

tidy beach

soft sand and honest stones
to be fortunate here

yet

some come to spoil things..

flashing

nought nought

a sure sign that something
has occured

i will know more when i investigate

they  do not know the darkness
how the light can fade into latin
& all things unreasonable