you like birds?

as do i

neither of us employed
&  i am vaguely idle

furlough ended &  was
invited back part time

you see i said no

& despite protestations
seem to enjoy

for now a bus ride
and coffee

for it is raining a little

james


8.30

dark small cloud dropped rain.
still, the small birds sing

what small thing
touched you yesterday,
touched your heart.

among the larger issues,
outstanding nonsense,
did some thing
stop you in your tracks
to wonder.

one small thing.

did you too
forget richard parker ?

do not wish to hide

do not wish to run

to take the boat and steer

to take the hiatus i fear

now is small stuff on paper
as who cares anyhow
we just carries on
regardless

now is small stuff on paper
as who cares anyhow
we just carries on
regardless

liking the format, liking the days
that come natural now without
no planning
evolving gradually

dusk


the road up over comes quiet

sheep stand in groups watching

cattle in a neighbouring field

moved higher due to predicted flooding


it is autumn now proper


some of us most of us

tucked inside

becoming paler


chattering

small white teeth

becomes larger as time moves on.

it started early, with greek poetry,

the radio, which played all day.

such a surprise while working in isolation

on the theme of isolation

a note to say that there are notes

on work done previously

four of you had commented

said nice things and I had missed it

now read and apologised for my oversight

remarked that your remarks made me happy

and smiley

face

thankyou

little bits of paper

shredded

&

kept

until useful

sms

hope to revert to an earlier
idea of smudge and carbonate
james
you see
there is no control
only that we think we have
which is probably all imagined

snakes figure a bit here since
i saw that one in the
famous old painting with an egg
in its mouth

snakes figure a bit here since
i saw that one in the
famous old painting with a egg
in its mouth

:: snowdrops ::

hold her up, you need to hold her up

stand each side of her


it is a challenge each day

to look at the images

remember


a challenge to deal with these things

some of us manage


to be vulnerable as naked

in private


some need holding up

in sight from my window

lady on the bus told me her sister kept lots of soap and what did I think.

I says she sounds like me.

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

fear of falling,
breaking,
and losing
the soft words
of my life

yes it is slate
tipped over from higher up

the quarry is closed this side
subsidence

the other side it is still worked
though further than before
as there is now a visitor
attraction

for tourists
so we don’t go there
anymore

yes I have been walking
about four miles or so

it was raining when we set off
in a panic

then after he left it came more
settled

i thought about the changes
i thought about the friends i
cannot visit

so passed by

walked back
a softer grey

my quiet friends felt shaky

weary while getting back to

somethings

notice my neighbour is using coal 

as well as logs now


this is a new turn for him

a break in the routine


i use nugget things besides

the kiln dried things which

burn up bright for flame


during the day I let it glow softly

later

while relaxing let it flare nicely

for comfort 


it is not cold yet 

with so much time at home

is nice to have the stove lit


music

fruit

and a thriller or some more


sometimes we read

and sometimes  we just sit

to look out the window

out at the mountain

do you remember how to do things

solo

on your own

no prompting


we have done it here for years now

mostly with paragraphs


then with your help sometimes

so I wondered if I can still fly solo

ultimately without your reply


and it seems maybe I can

with paragraphs

having chatted to an other
about seeing  stuff that
becomes personal when

alone

reminding him is not odd
at all

endearingly different
to the hub

and we love those
that fly solo
these days

the difference is a thing

i too fly solo though
i did enjoy live performances
as you may tell

with all that talk of circus

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

used to wonder where they go
now I have an app to tell me

i watch the geese in the estuary
hear their sound

later in the garden
when the sun shows

raise my face into that light

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

some of those days come so special
we hold them in our heart

private for fear others will not understand

for each one of us
has differing delights
tailored it seems

i have such stories
and though I write here and there

those special moments
are not spoken if

for fear
of breaking the magic.

i have learned.

softer.

once the day is dawn, the door is open, face the sky, all

comes well some days.

some folk don’t say much
some folk manage
quite well
really
being independent

so in the mist of memory my 15 minutes passed  without concentration and went indoors after

it was so.

i am riding my bike up the drive only
and back
into the hall

the tourists come late in the week
to stay over and all gets busy in the

lane

i am happy with it
and did some wavy bits

told him that things
do not have to be done
all in one go

so all is ready for monday

meanwhile the running
continues and though

initially I was one of the thirty percent
find I am not with mind control

yesterday my head was still full
of yesterday which is now the

day before yesterday

so much

my mind raced
and refused to sleep

i watched him reverse the tractor up
in the dark

wondered
and turned off the light james

some photos show nothing
while paintings can come
more personal

some photos show nothing
while paintings can come
more personal

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

sometimes dots

i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day

i sometimes sit and think of this, sometimes   dream
in bed, often in yellow.

or blue which

covers the

land in places, my eyes           smarting.

yesterday i wrote of comics
free form

now challenged to talk of teeth
and dentists as elizabethan sonnet

form

we know i prefer no rules nor restrictions

with all that stopping to count
and refigure

yet will rise to it in mine notebook
first then down onto the device

today and finish tomorrow
in plenty of time

there came a faint whistle.

they looked the other way..

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

pause like in breathing


I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started

taught as required for copying  so we all looked the same
though some added bits and embellishments, which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense

pause like in breathing


I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started

light is wonderful


lifts the brain and  limbs

beyond


sparkles   rain  the morning


once again we have the repetition

of words


shapes fly

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

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

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

we spin.

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

we spin.

this word came, was forgotten & reappeared suddenly this morning

he is my aide memoir when mine does fail when we have troubles

here

he helps now & then between sleep or just sat looking

it is now a simpler life and these new interruptions come surprising

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

they have small waists and a  national costume

has beautiful spots james
while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is bows you
know
yet
i don’t know why
only as i say that
i think i may do
i guess that is a story for another morning
james