i told him when he asked about dinner
with his sister

we laughed and the wind blew things
away

i guess you were working with it being monday
even though it felt like sunday
yesterday
here

it was day something of second lockdown
day something else of isolation living

though single living allows visits for our
mental health

i told him when he asked about dinner
with his sister

we laughed and the wind blew things
away

his wood is ready outside in wheelbarrow
mine in bags from the store

radiators in the bedrooms
and the other rooms too

best keep this factually
correct

instead of poetic

james

it feels cave like this time of year

while often we add grated apples

look at you promoted from the use for which you were designed

a white enamel was desired
yet a galvanised was ordered

and though come lovely also
came too big for the space so

used to carry in the exotic logs
which help the environment and
crumble on the floor otherwise if
not contained somehow

the problem continued upstairs
so we moved you there yesterday

a new chapter
a new purpose

you succeeded nicely

i too reflect this story
start a new chapter
without purpose

really

and accept the predictions
as they seem to come correct

it was not a thought as such
more of a knowing

there is a photograph

come random

move them into a place
of loose adjustment

random offerings

along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.


the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.

careful what you dream on a cusp of night. know that all stars are not the same

seen  through the net nightly

know of it and recall the music

and format especially


we only had radio at first

for me the thrill came with

journey into space


then later from behind the sofa

dr who I think

not our sofa
i was staying away a while

a bit posh with fresh dates and ginger

snacks
and paying tenants in the lower flat

they said apartment


you know

i liked it there


we have a complete set of the current

version

and the doll


it is a saga

though

yes.



i am sixty years older than you, think on that.



my mother’s name was madge, her mother

magdeleine, your grand grand parents.



it is said that i have learned more than you,

yet today   you come  wiser than i.



boy.

those days we went each year
watched them drive through the
village first

oh the excitement
waving

only they did not come last year
of course and i guess they will

not again this year

i would not mix with a crowd now

would you james?

when I was a kid the elephants
came by train and there was a
procession from the station
through town with performers

all waving

i was scared of the lions and other
creatures

not the elephants nor the clowns
james

i loved them both
and still do

1°
overcast

this can be an abbreviation it seems for the era according to predicted


unlike the clothing all starchy ruff and farthingales


nothing at all to do with dental hygiene


and I understand there were lots of rats about
for fat was used for a multitude of things
besides eating


anyhow we done the draft

then turned it round about


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

pale words a clue in the breathing
the stone set left in barns

caught the words hopefully in burning hands thinking that the sky was clear

though in the past
never so far away

some thing is changing here,

so slight it can hardly be

noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,

came with the light rain .

the quietness

all things are changing

a need to wipe it away.



a tear, a memory pinned,



until we repeat the instruction

to erase, replace, white wash.





the window smeared, is clean

again. with soap and sanctity



washed, aired, ready



for another day.

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

hoping all went well, that it was a good event

enjoyed by all

that you ate nice
enjoyed the day

ours are all late summer and autumn
in a row

one has an event
the others don’t really

there is a box here with all his stuff
the other life

i got it down yesterday and read
it all again

in the morning
in the afternoon

i did some painting

on warm afternoons i sit on the terrace
in the sun reading

looking up to watch the washing move

trying to concentrate
on climbing

crampons heavy

we slowly move upward

while laundry dries nicely
on the line

not yesterday though
nor today for we have a storm with no name

and you guessed it Jim , I am aiming  for the summit  of

everest

James

serendipidy
all is honesty
i have a witness.

evidence produced.

never mind also hoping the thing
has passed

he said they had a book of meaning
i asked google
who misheard or mis
understood

thought it was a reference to cost

when so many have paid

quietly we felt it would not be unseemly
nor respectful this time

with so many lost
one way and another

james

how are you this morning
early

think i may like to travel to small places,
old and full of history. deep aged fabrics
stained with the words of time. to touch

it all a dream, or facts
in reality, made of mind.

all stone residue haunting.
our life. will we very know
forever wandering?

search hill

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

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

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

look closely

some thing is changing here,
so slight it can hardly be
noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,
came with the light rain .

the quietness

all things are changing,

saw you fallen
&
photographed you



yet could not save you
nor
any of them

you are a metaphor

saw you fallen

&

photographed you

yet could not save you

nor

any of them

you are a metaphor

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

something happened
everything repeated itself

on the page

lately i find if i bend the screen lightly
all appears back in order

unlike the brother
who appeared in auto fill

who is too deeply here
should predict as it

have you been to the wild wood?

not the one down the lane here
that is private and inaccessible

now

the one down the road by the estuary
is all mossy and twisty paths

which requires a lot of watching the step
and with that comes the discovery of

certain twigs of the right colour and design

during lockup we only saw ours
now come many varieties
to enjoy and at a later day

gather

for now we learn the paths
watch the ways of the wood

while opposite

the wood
men

balance carefully
in orange vehicles

gathering

handbag, not fit for any purpose than
delight and design.

there comes a time when buttons
take on a simple importance

taking on from hooks and eyes

stitched on card.

white threads

cutting,
bleeding the lead
into showers,
and explosive marks.
the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.

here we only know fear

and hiding again it splits

in two

fear
of this and that
of nothing in particular
that no one else  will
understand

fear
of this and that
of nothing in particular
that no one else  will
understand

she praised the sonnet remarked she did not fully understand though


i agree for neither do i understand why there are rules on how to convey a feeling, an idea


why there has to be a pattern
to follow


the words come easier with flow
yet it did come out different

i guess than usual and maybe
that is a thing


it took two days of dithering and rearranging


and hurt

we have new bird boxes up
ready for the spring
meanwhile autumn comes gentle

one breath of leaves across the way

it is a tiny garden out back
overlooking the grave yard

where the men mowed the grass
stopping a while
leaning on rakes

watching the weather

discussing the news
for news came yesterday

local

news came yesterday

social media

so we carry on
feed the birds

gather the bracken
knit scarves for peace
james

cancel our holidays
&
stay home nicely
here

asking for the reminder in half an hour
was misheard from under the covers

it came after one hour

one must learn to be clear
to talk from above
no muddling

the day will shift along thirty
minutes awry

things will still get done
from the verb to do which

has been discussed previously

the research completed
the total cost calculated

we experimented

the block
worked
he held it bravely while I bashed it

thoroughly

the fence stands upright

now and it cost nothing

he said to wait by the war memorial

so i did &

counted the names.

from the first and second.

none mentioned from all the others before

or ongoing.

enjoyed the drizzle, the memories.

planes flew over and a text came

just before the fflecsi arrived.

black crow bird

sits on fence

#resting

things will do for now
until it changes again

slightly

who defines the different

level of thought

is there a manual

with charts and graphs

a litmus test to testify

that the thought got tangled

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

now is gone.

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

one bolt left,
not for sale as a whole.

yet carefully cut, sewn, packed,
the small room, it is available
to share.

have you heard his voice
high over mountains, repeating.

do you like this cloth, tradition weaves,
these old skills.

having told him this, the work continues.

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

yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

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


yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

it is a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,

only just a theory,
yet used independantly,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

the film continues,
some of the old cast, new actors oblige,
ideas on lack of addictive ways.
simple days without receptors.
singing under breath, counting, unpacking boxes,
this is the lead. hints are posted, and may you believe them graciously.

for many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of focus,
we could not read the other language.
the film continues…. peptides.

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


yet used independently,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours

and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

Got very busy early with bread and fires although predicted wanted fries….


Found a new shopping site this morning and got lost googling epicure.

Thought of that yellow pickle which I feel you will dislike.


Picalili. 


No real plans though an envelope has arrived from my arty friend in Todmorden ..so that my direct the day a little.


Progress continues at home with lighting and curtainage. 


Excitement mounts that the gooseberries that were in Kimnel bay yesterday may arrive here today and very welcomed.


So the bread is rising and I am feeling too chilly to venture out. There are memories this time of year one way so another so will take the day carefully. 
I wonder what today will bring.

I understand the night was spent with discussion on types of fish.