i did not wish to go to sea

went just the once that I remembered
last evening

the crossing

it had been a longish day and cold
whilst managing fine here
i talked to others

felt the fear & sadness

james

later
gone tired
i remembered those early days in disbelief
with a longer sentence
here

wearied

left for bed
early

so,
must we write about it before we forget,
before  people come and disagree?

they have small waists and a  national costume

the pattern remains the same,
the sentences longer. this is not an issue, and is
accepted gratefully.

they say that the latter will bring immense relief,
to try it consciously.

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

doubly,
font and image.
to twice the normal extent
or degree.
things happen, we deal,
cards are set, dice thrown.
life moves on.

my scope is limited now
yet it comes enough for
me

slip away
we watched them slip away

the news came suddenly

a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,only just a theory,


yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

crows

clack

their

platitudes.

we have such unimportant work
here, that needs not be done.

today, another power house installed,

i have to let some things go
now, yet the this remains.

duck egg blue
the ironmongers in town
at three seventy nine

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

sticks are available and are free

here

wanting a little gate plus the entertainment factor

we sawed them up and tied them all with string

it is a prototype

a rickety stickety gate

bit wonky

perhaps the next one will be more better having practiced

i told him when he asked about dinner
with his sister
we laughed and the wind blew things
away

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

she sat on

the kitchen chair out back

in the sunshine

dressed plain except the floral

pinafore

lips tight of concentration

she cut beans for dinner

runners from up the garden

i watched and remembered

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

like in a circus those days

now there are no animals
mainly clever folk being smart
or funny

more down the middle

now, not touching the sides

so much.



limbs hang looser, hardly tied.



it is a soothing thing apart from string,

to walk the higher road.



this is not a metaphor.

it leads to llanfachreth.

he seemed surprised yesterday that i had completed the task

to ensure the proportions looked right for me

it is part of the job and if it is diaried must be done

some doubt climate change

despite the science

she says we shall have sunny spells

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

when sprayed
with cosmetic fixative
glow pink

dark/ we painted it

all vaguely national

trust

well
maybe now while comfy here
and not fancying tea just coffee
downstairs
gently

it was a migraine yesterday
with a funny neck and things
went wrong

and the town has covid
a few miles away

i have kept away for a long time
a long long time

and have not missed it
though I did drive through
once to see the changes

there is a chap wrote a diatribe
in welsh with common sense
regarding the pandemic and

the facebook translation is
genius

while at the same time
not any good
and very funny james….

very very funny

yesterdays reply came on the hill
and emotion took over
i blamed the wind
when i wiped my eyes
dry

one slip is all, one step too far, the world turns around . no control

seven in a row all dead
is a real disaster

i like the white ones on farms
that hiss if one approaches near

we are liking birds to stay alive yet
sadly this is not so

if I say I went away

some think that  this  means

prison

those in america

conversation moved on to

pumpkins, these days, and

noises made by porcupines.

there is a chattering nearby

listen

he had leaned toward me and commented

that i was getting old

and while that is correct i assumed from his

remark that he must be younger

time goes on and i am told that we are much

the same

an old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing

relaxing.

the hunted tried not to sleep

there

drawing the child with found fabrics

watching the marks come good, no dots
intended
yet they came
without warning

481.

no bus arrived the timetable lady was contacted and she explained the bus was due at 2.30 pm that my internet were wrong and no one was bothered what it said at bus stops

stopped a while as the lightness started

round me they flew never touching
we laughed in delight
at this natural thing

paper covers history.

bent on layers
of time, pretending.

large rocks

fenced off yet

maybe i will

creep through

and touch

one quiet day

one stone

one finger touch

a ritual

maybe we need to check our numbers at the end, see if one or more are missing.          count them carefully, one side then the other.it is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us

onward.

maybe you will still stay inside a while

within the boundary lines



four fields

no bus arrived the timetable lady was contacted and she explained the bus was due at 2.30 pm that my internet were wrong and no one was bothered what it said at bus stops

small thing  ragged who knows all of it

pieces torn away

or

is it a moth here in the dark?


triangles bring mystery

a new mathematics.


the rooms were swept yesterday

bones hidden

teeth implied.



yet the shape remains embedded

we look for sand
there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea
the sea that is rising

52.59.3.

two voices softly said


“yes”

they cannot
understand the numbers
nor find their families

*

the rose was gently pressed

between pages

looks like you are drowning and

hope i am wrong. i can see the

struggle

the turn about in water.

they  do not know the darkness

how the light can fade into latin

& all things unreasonable

my heart is in my chest

a particular siding

i feel it sometimes

when i am walking hard or eating chilli

so i avoid that last thing

mostly

pink i expect with tubes

mostly like in the pig’s hearts

mum used to buy from the butchers

for dinner

now i am vegetarian


i think that if i have a soul

it may be behind the heart

hiding

and maybe that is where my work

comes from

it seems odd that at times of rest and when all is quiet around

that i cannot hear it

nor the other workings

like lungs and veins and stomach

oh!


except the latter rumbles

some doubt climate change
despite the science
she says we shall have sunny spells

stains the cup if left standing,
remember the hotel, 1964,
we used to scour them especially
round the handle, then the base.

before the cut were shadows

which

needed to be removed.

I read the judgement just now and while ironing the cotton handkies consider my confession.

Some time back now I was in residence at Plas Newydd in Llangollen and read the lady’s diaries with an apostrophe.

They wrote their daily menus and so my entry included some of the found ideas. Yes, folk really ate that….and fish with liver sauces….

Thankyou for your pleasant comments. I have such sweaters. My two most comfy are….

The grey shapeless mohair over 50 years old bought second hand and other Nordic thing both warm and come gender fluid.

With capitals today.

yet when
she said my friend looked pretty
&
that I smelled nice
I sagged a little.

later that day
i found a message
request
from a soldier in the usa
holding a puppy & a rose
calling me a beauty

take note of the numbers,
especially those with 9, as
in 29.

the page is speckled,
left unread mostly these days,

the sea is quiet as we have never seen it

sun as hot as it gets

like summer

they gloried in it