little world here of characters and stories none of them famous nor commendable.

it was mentioned that some people don’t know what royalty is and he agreed and said
what is it then?

draw a jelly fish and what do you see?

with a question mark


write a little story and what do they read?


perhaps we need auto correction

and cleaner minds


i collect soap you know of varying kinds

and ages

it dries and cracks if not stored with care


biscuit tins are useful as the mice can’t get in

we fumble with finger nails to open them


a cleaner find

fortunate to live in this place where no bombs will take us.

came from another country, you know,

quite some time ago. i lived in the jungle’



yes.



‘i have been here so long, i feel i belong’



yes.



‘ they call me an immigrant’

said the bear, sadly.

Moving forward always there come other notations that bring  feelings, the Agnes Dei opens wounds and fears flood with salt.

though notice we don’t
discuss that so much

i could and
tell you of the plans and preparation
the ordering and menus here

but i don’t do i?

do you wish to stay in bed today?

yes

has it all been a bit much?

yes

will it be letting the side down?

yes i guess so. i will decide in a minute.

sadly some folk laughed at him called him names.

we have a few.

we had a storm.

one broke, we bought another.

the assistant suggested house insurance!

how small
how white the child
skin rinsed with tears

salt in the wind

the year the storm broke, breached
the shingle bank

decisions were made
i hear
to not repair

that was good to hear that you had company in the garden yesterday, that he visited.

all was good for me and to say the book stayed in the bag all day.

it was refreshing to be with those on the same wavelength – a relief from the other world.

the garden was beautiful, they have such a talent with planting .

today the roofers return and I go to the ******* dump early.

laugh at them talking in metaphors
yet I do the same

laugh at them talking in metaphors
yet I do the same

stood steady in wonder

watched the dark bleed

across the sky

watch birds scatter

there was no fanfare,
no procession, no proclamation,
as we hit the button, no exclaimation

with the change as if no one
noticed, and if i am right, they
probably didn’t until later

didn’t see as we drove the valley,
didn’t protest, or speak in tongues,
did not see the little things



we bought winter food



it came late early

we are in transition



drew the curtians last eve

while waiting and through the *****

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo



each little thing

while some things break

stood steady in wonder

watched the dark bleed

across the sky

watch birds scatter

now i beg forgiveness

we are little things

that dance in the mornings

james

in the light of the phone

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

in the light from the phone

their house was

down by the stream that
ran the side of the road

we look for sand.

there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea
the sea that is rising

let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.

have you walked the dunes

hollowed path, coconut gorse.

have you found contentment there?

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

stains the cup if left standing,

remember the hotel, 1964,

we used to scour them especially

round the handle, then the base.

perseverance came cheap they say

in the balance of things

cheap as sausages maybe

although not on offer at asda

come cheaper over at morrisons due next week

perseverance came lovely even the last seven minutes

beautiful like ballet landing softly

i ordered the sausages two packs for four pounds

no animal meat anywhere

meanwhile perseverance pays out

we move forward gently no longer quite so vulnerable

let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.

let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.

we can hear  the scratching

when dark comes

comes the scuttlings

flutterings  outside

yesterday a sea fret, misted trees,

added edge ; visual delight.

i like the road to there.

forge forward
with obsession

a
variety of colours

there is another language

wind blows round our houses,
here.


wide walls hold  back, draughts
fan the fire. clean welcome air.wind blows the sea into town

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


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

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

sat at the stones

by the water

the white one cracked open and I shall keep it as memory

of

how we prepare for fall

with them being round and smooth

slipped off and rolled away.



when dry we looked and looked

yet cannot find them

anywhere yet

sea swim
is saturdays at ten in the morning,
sundays later at eleven.


this too remembered in the bathroom.
we use the pool, mainly.

sea swim
is saturdays at ten in the morning,


sundays later at eleven.


this too remembered in the bathroom.
we use the pool, mainly.

light the darker days

of gloom and melancholia

born from intrusion

and swede.

this is quality,

a fortunate piece.

light the darker days

of gloom and melancholia

born from intrusion

and swede.

this is quality,

a fortunate piece.

an avalanche of news
and wet weather
dampened the spirit


so we nipped out between the storms
to post the letters


and that was all

yes

so I won the challenge yesterday
and have set a new one
will judge it on may 4th

not saying much of intelligence
really

the weather is beautiful here
all sunshine and bird song

so I guess they will come
and turn places into car parks
again

even though buses are provided

i did not want to win though

no major side effects except dreams of side effects

or is it the air changing?

mood settles, or is it the
time of year?

a quick run down on the day
yesterday

is that all are temporary measures
temporary structures
and collage

so we can move things about

change things as we like

it gives a freedom

you know about the bike
yet do you know about the perfect red?

i mentioned yours in relation to this
topic

the rose is propped against it’s dangling

the stones are placed ready

i have a plan that leaves me scared and thrilled
together

and even that I know
will fade

like a skin transfer

when we were kids we got those leaves
pressed to skin

when rubbed left a mark

a while

sometimes while walking i note the aroma

in the air

no one

is looking, there is no one here. we are not afraid of

the night.

we spin.

later had my second walk
to see a differing light

shades and all that surrounds

i drew them later
my way

like to be quiet,speaking
only
when you asked the question.

not sure why i came.
i think you invited me?

down the centre of town
an avenue in fall

and the day came divine

we asked if he referred to the war

which we consider affects us all

he nodded then sat down in his garden chair

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass