your time will come

i will wait politely here until the time
and hope predicted don’t change
nothing

no more

seeds for the future.

have you collected seeds of many years   packed  labelled   dated

do you have them now in boxes

a gift from those who love

they will bring  work  joy   an independent air

profound gifts

for those who care

seeds for the future



some say it is abstract
that only the present
exists

while others future proof their homes
in case of things that may occur



some are hoping for jam tomorrow

**

we see these  as the falling days
of autumn

for now that is everything

they say that the future is bright
the future is orange

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking to a misted world

the neighbour had put plants for sale outside and unlike last year they were all desirable so now are mine. much reorganizing and planting in the morning.

roofer arrives after nine and will take about 10 days he says. is friendly from the roof and no bother at all.

do you see that it is not there?


having checked several times this end

find there is just the one with no problems therefore


note the rules down one side

hysteria the other


lists remain of all that is lost

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


we ask for the italian music this morning

jim

pleased about the photos

i thought it was like a different
world up there

some of it is national trust
with douglas firs and violets

there is a bench for to lay
to see the tree tops and i

told her that I did not use it
being a growed up

she said she doubted that

a lot

walked back along the road
to see the new lambs

waved to the farmer on her quad

bike

she also reads the meters

round here

jim

when the painting was finished

the green house door fell off

so laughing we propped it on the chair inside

a donation

he suggested white nasturtiums quieter than the hot colours

i have ordered some via cashback

to come by post like the chocolate egg yesterday

or was that a trick?

once he suggested one hundred blue bells

they are growing too

i thinks of these things while watching monty don this morning

with coffee early

i gather leaves now that the sky is clear

see the stars when I put the cat out early

it is a stable door
i open the top

she hisses
though she has been in for hours

i gather leaves
now the rain has stopped a while

look out at the world beyond the garden

it is green
the mountain beyond

i gather leaves now that things have stopped

place them in bags
for the recycling centre

I used to gather leaves my friend
to keep in paper bags

maybe some folk enjoy being alone
my friend

Listen to .. gentle .. by sonja benskin mesher on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/sonja-benskin-mesher/gentle?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=1

the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.


while gavin bryars plays
on and on
repeated.

the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.
while gavin bryars plays
on and on
repeated.

best to be gentle with those and all other things…

best to be gentle with those and all other things…

gently go forward, then gently back
recreating past deeds and misdemenours
you thought forgotten.

gently go forward knowing we are mostly
all the same, with motes not spoken of,
except disorder.

gently it passed behind you

now the days grow lighter, my head is

tied back on, and all seems well.

things come awry and we leave it so

the random nature of things

faintly corrupted

new colours.

the bird landed gently

hardly there

gently gently make those little
amendments

make things interesting

move it about

he asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts
ghosts of humans
when we are gone

he asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts

ghosts of humans
when we are gone

i replied the animals
then after i thought

it will be everything left
behind us

plants and earth
land and seascape

littered with the stuff
of us
the terrible ghosts

he asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts
ghosts of humans
when we are gone

while waiting and through the *****

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo

each little thing

carefully we drew her out
all tidy with reason, wearing
us down

a splendid name

you say you don’t like double spacing yet it all has to do with the rhythm, the beat

there goes a comma too

maybe we shall find a new tune tomorrow and see how the pattern goes then

like to change to take on ideas

we all like things different and that is ok

and I let him know



gladwyn

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

will this all be for nothing

if you make no changes,

live in glass houses

and throw stones

about

james

gob stuck painfully wide
rubber fingers probe inside

send your fourth child a
lone her gassed extraction
thinged traumatic, an insistence
on rhyme by past dictation


scared absolutely ,the bleeding
rules scraping, filling
pussed restrictions feeding
the lines gone wrong you see..


difficult teeth, poetic lines
line my painful mouth shouting
elizabeth, the ****** sonnet oh
farthingales a starchy **ing

the voices rather quiet. we have had a lifetime
of listening, yet not understanding, really.


let us go forth and compare

went to blaenau in the rain
you may google that
so best
add ffestiniog to the name

his uncle grew golden rod
lived by the chapel, died a
few years ago

i thought him a quiet gentle man

have been off work for ten months
so work at home

a lot

on this and that

and the garden

at the front

a smaller one at the back

both were wet yesterday and slidy with mud
my walking making it worse

when I was out to make it look better

i intend to have an easy day
the day after boxing day

there is good reason

"and who allowed you to live a beautiful life?”

small changes are coming

having an action twenty times
equals an habit she says

a hundred or more may
be that too

gently gently make those little
amendments

make things interesting

move it about
and dance fast

then dance sultry

stand with the music
look beyond the border

i had some beans at supper
left over from the day before

was not keen no more

gran said they were junk
only she did not use that

word

she baked them herself
did not buy tinned

oh we talked gravel yesterday


how they sent a substitute

that I had not ordered the wrong colour


explained I quite like things come random

that all was well with the path


yet not the politics


it is suggested i don’t go down that road

nor a few others


unlike you who can’t be bothered

you see occasionally you slip into mind

yet that does not mean I like you

when you say gray, do you mean grey, as in lady jane or earl as in tea. when you say grey, do you mean gray, as in mary, my friend? do you mean that we all come from different countries.

when you say gray, do you mean grey, as in lady jane or earl as in tea. when you say grey, do you mean gray, as in mary, my friend? do you mean that we all come from different countries.

are you afraid?

did you

wonder why some of us come private?

maybe a result of intrusion

finding letters opened or not finding them at all

until too late

that is why i am afraid

finding these memories difficult
to relate

may abstain in despair

to say it all caused great harm

really

as did your request for him to hit me for wearing old trousers

that is why i am afraid

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

we named it best eleven.        dark the day,           we are survived.

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

hope all is well today at yours?


the graveyard is cut, the flowers down and gone to the compost


We have changed from yellow and white to green


 again


it will grow


and they wonder over  the need for control


any how it is my sunday off again  yet I must stop  saying that for I do not work no more


hope your day comes interesting

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

hope all is well today at yours?


the graveyard is cut, the flowers down and gone to the compost


We have changed from yellow and white to green


 again


it will grow


and they wonder over  the need for control


any how it is my sunday off again  yet I must stop  saying that for I do not work no more


hope your day comes interesting

lawns are a thing
i watched the history
been to a museum in southport

pretty place that for a town
with council gardening you know
all neat and patterns with orange
usually

slip away
we watched them slip away

the news came suddenly

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low

over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.

all is dust, as dust we have become.                 slow.


grey.

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

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low

over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.

all is dust, as dust we have become.

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low

over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.

all is dust, as dust we have become.

like gradually the markers came
maybe someone someday will
see them
suddenly

pool of fear,
the fright of interrogation,
guilt,
i hear.
from where comes the mourning,
late afternoon,
and evening…

early yet

I have to tell you
that

i went a different way
to avoid the usual

found it was a parkland
with long hedges cut sideways

the back much longer
than the front

to create an anomaly

saw a white egret fly up and over
corrected the predicted from

regret

walked home and watched the news