sometimes we say gosh or my goodness
a phrase used much in subtitled korean dramas

which what I like

they say it ain’t seemly to cuss
at this age and present gender

though I really like
******
as a little word

they say it is safer out of doors
that it does fade after a few days
though he thought it lived forever

blimey

the second visitor in a while

later the top were sawn off
tidy

ready to balance the collected
stone

james

being corrected
being predicted

maybe connections are missed the link dismissed.    
metaphors faint as my flimsy whispers  

look closely

all kicked off yesterday

late afternoon and i shall remember

it well, for i wrote it in the diary which sits on the kitchen table open

a habit started in lockdown as keeping things entirely to oneself is usual yet conflicting with the need to identify happenings

the kitchen is quite dark without the light on as is slightly below ground, the graveyard behind

used to leave a lamp on yet with energy prices hike, now follow her lead and wait until entry

so yesterday it all kicked off at halls and with my upbringing being blamed knew this will be all be my fault too

i wrote it in the diary with an asterisk

duck egg blue
the ironmongers in town
at three seventy nine

we can walk there and back or there
and bus back you see

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.

remember the dung beetle
gathering muck

and there are others
out there I am sure

for now the cat is asleep
in the cellar, goes down at dusk
thinks I don’t know

otherwise she is let out for
the night
hunting

or holed up somewhere else

she will scrabble up later
go out the back before

breakfast

this time
the recycling centre stays open
here

while I see
someone has changed the tune
somewhat

not so cold here today james

while the lorries drive the road
early

-1°

the dead tree is gone now

cut down
hard

branches scattered as it hit
solid ground

changing the view
it has not rained a long time
thought it did a bit last night

did I tell you about the sapling
now in view?

i miss the old thing
and think how nice to know

that I can love a dead tree

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music
the trial by glass

undeniably tracing honesty in the air
with one finger
pointing

it came clear later..

the tree came down

so dinner waited an hour or so

already cooked went cold

and rubbery

the least of the worry

pleased to see that the flowers

remain standing still in bud

the lights went off then came back on

the words were said and meant

fervently

the forecast is better here today

still bad mid wales I am told

now i beg forgiveness
we are little things
that dance in the mornings
james

in the light from the phone

undeniably tracing honesty in the air
with one finger
pointing

it came clear later..

the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.

ah pizza
now there is a thing
to love and so easy to store
in the freezer

or make
like you say
with multitudinous bits
on top

which bend and stretch

on breakfast tv he says
that we should all do that
and that

even getting out of a chair is exercise
or putting on a cardigan

i had pasta with bits of worry
over things I heard

yesterday felt difficult
so i wrote that in my diary

today the plan is toast
inspired by pizzas

maybe it is a code word
or pseudonym

i wonder each time I hear from you

and yes there we go with those assumptions  again

we all do it
have our own stories

unless we are told somehow

that is all we shall have

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

power house.
bone house.

if it is a question on bedrooms

and their historical allocation

the answer is straightforward

and simple without emotion

though the damp was mentioned

plus a snippet on sharing

and a hint of abuse

a slight colouring of a larger story

despite him saying nothing of the past

in his opinion

in my opinion it was his main subject

meanwhile i stood by the gate in the local village

and admired the garden

then

we had coffee over the road in the cafe

a nice change from a pub

down the centre of town
an avenue in fall

and the day came divine

wrap the house around you, then                            leave it.   out into the only world you know.   anxiety  comes with           the unfamiliar.                                         they call down the chimney.

so i will go back.   look at the buildings. two museums hiding,.               look at the buildings,

this is a mill town.

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

james

they screamed that there was an accident waiting to happen on the stairs

have thought a lot about your pasty while out walking in the rain


wondered on the pastry whether it were puff or flaky


or even traditional short like me


whatever the casing  it sure sounds a tasty pasty….

most mornings early before you were up or about we crept there with thoughts

to make little things of words, tiny secrets, never written out fully for that won’t do

one morning something crept sideways and we came out to look and what surrounded us

read the words and worried a week

then sadly we crept away….

yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour
and oh that name come true
on opening jim

is fading now
yet remains as the description

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

thankyou for trying

anyhow

i shall be content with imagination

usually copy and paste my images

for the forum

so it is midwinter  and though busy

am enjoying this moment

in this shortest  day

the air is clear and cold

on my skin

sun shines
yet the day has not warmed

stove is lit and the candles are ready
for a quiet reflective evening

while after reading an article on flight

from fear

know how fortunate i am

the power house rears its head again,

pouring images down

like rain.

while gavin bryars plays

on and on

repeated.

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

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

slate slides
mud slips
rain falls

seems higher this time

water expands to where i see
the edge

i remember the implications, was told the facts later.

much later.

the war house & after.

now

we dig within for solidity, solidarity, power to continue

mentioning that, please note, it is only

certain elements that startle.

the fear of falling mentioned before, yet i stride out confident and all the while my brain is in-flight with dizziness and disconnect

on pavements.

though, there is a softer sound,

on earth or grass am capable

whilst oft i fly….

new mathematics

the rooms were swept yesterday

bones hidden

teeth implied

yet the shape remains embedded

yesterday a sea fret, misted trees,

added edge ; visual delight.

i like the road to there.

laugh at them talking in metaphors
yet I do the same

yet it was taken all serious with a need to always be correct

to talk about quality

will watch the film on perception tomorrow alongside

another. red & white.  they say it will change my life.

meanwhile i **** boxes.

things begin ning with b
and other letters

like retirement
which you mentioned that
the other day

i never did do that not yet

now as you know am in a furrow until april
which starts with f and is possibly furlough
to others

i am down deep and feel
warm and settled here

in earth

who knows how this will end

with an e

for endless

there is another named jim james
who thinks I refer to him also

and perhaps I do

with a p

listen
to the divine air now
we are starting to breath
a little

adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate
continue pointlessly, for  thousand thousands years.
numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.

young man shouting at the elders

the high street

that they are waving those flags yet not saying anything

shouted and shouted like anything

while some of us got bored

left and bought a second hand marvel tee shirt in black

others stayed behind and filmed

save the children #

yes things that come
will also leave

an interesting day yesterday
when things revisit and i slip in

to recall the experience
relive that time and remember

i watched from the window how they
stood close together and hugged

and how it is spreading

there was a storm all day
warm inside the thoughts

came overwhelming

we went to bed early
and

this is another day

mainly red,

comes a differing hue

with duck egg blue,

the ironmongers in town

at one seventy nine

who knows what lies underneath
here the land goes up and down
water drains
into rivers

my quiet friends felt shaky

weary while getting back to

somethings

now i remember that you saw the night

properly

while here we wondered, got lost in our

head

looked up and found the morning had

come pink again

scattered light in particular places

the other in shade

don’t use a teapot

but evidently many do,

and cosy up together.

they don’t squish teabags, have leaves,

and stewing on the gas ring,

like mother, reducing it to

poison on my tongue.

i like the leaves to look at,

smell, like the small packet

we used to have, paper lined

in those days.

they screamed that there was an accident waiting to happen on the stairs

there was thing

to write about

yet

i forgot

it

we went out on the chain ferry across to the beach
all sun sea gulls and possibilities

day of freedom