wind blows ideas into our houses

messages bring connections

a busy day with folk talking

it was the weekend with time
to spare

yet so many came tiring
alongside the wind blowing

the leaves are ready
to be gathered today

unless the wind is blowing

the bird in hand is drawn
rules to guide us

with stars above that have no points
at all
yet each one has a story

each one an individual even when
the wind blows

island monkeys could not

go abroad

no boat

no plane no nothing

sadly they read books on other countries

with adventures, himalayas & ranuph fiennes

asked why i wanted it
i said that i did not know

he had a box in the room
to stand on
to see

we may all need one of those

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

300.

he says vehicle
where others say car,
he avoids the
paparazzi, he
likes the same
twigs.

titanic.

were built where the chickens did live

where the old cottages were and some time back a photo occurred to remind.

bungalows

seemed modern to me, then the Shirley’s came, Mr and Mrs, with two boys in short trousers.

brian and the other one

they had wallpaper with galleons on while we had distemper  that was best not to lean on

my mum looked after those boys and once took them to grans

think it was Brian who slipped on the glass roof he climbed and split his leg open

next to them were a lady who had a baby born and showed me how to breastfeed with a rubber **** and me a child under 8

i think there were three bungalows in all

them days mother did not shop at coop,  nor did her mother  either, something regarding dividends

he said the flames

came over the trees.



behind the buildings.

bombed the buildings.



so do not wonder why

i don’t play soldiers,

lay them down to die.



he says that i will not battle,

i am no good at it.

too peaceful. i can play

hospitals.

there are unusual things here.



not really, it is just how you

see them, i think you have

nice things. antiquities, yet



you are used to seeing those

daily.



i like the way you finger them,

play, they will turn up another

day.



you see.



the lead soldiers are still standing,

lined up on the back of the

monopoly board.



the front small bedroom.

some make mistakes
i do and avoid the capitals

main thing is to weather the storms
and visit daily
i too lean slightly

the days come darker still

considering the night


white they peer

sadly into empathy


faces cloud

shoulders bowed


not so the beginning

look at it

look at it


no stars here no separation

the two become one

again


you see that your perception of things

is different from the others


hold it

hold it and you will find after time

some no longer see


today there is vacant parking at the church

during the evening after tea,

we wondered who had invented the chair

yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour
and oh that name come true
on opening jim

is fading now
yet remains as the description

out walking got to thinking

on a conversation with the neurodiverse child who considers me odd

walked a fair few miles today

in old money

keith

relational, it is marked.

synchronised crossing

in orange.

it is a topic here and a memory

the privet

that is why it is labelled now

belonging to a social media group

with memories of where i lived

growing up

saw a photo of privet road, the corner

with a comma here

halfway up the hill was the coal and seed merchants and I used to go in with mum

cole and son

i guess she ordered coal not seed as there were five of us and not much time for gardening though gran’s mr palmer did next door

along the wall in tubs were the seeds to dip into , to feel

with permission and samples of the differing fuels

coal, coke, briquettes and nutty slack

i liked our visits there very much and had forgotten what was around the corner

saved the photo and sent it to my brother who replied and sent a current google view by return

he said he preferred the photograph which was nice as he does not always reply

i still like coal and seeds

some things don’t change

another day of counting,
numbers. some escape
the concious gaze, while some
are far remembered.

numbers incorrect, we
move our gaze to mirrors.

slanted the world looks
pleasant, thread and buttons
surround.

this is not a metaphor,
this is not a a saying.

heavy rain lasted all day.

did not wish to go to sea
went just the few times

that I remembered
last evening

the crossing

yet the days moved nicely. there were little troubles, nothing to diminish the beauty of it all.

slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.

slipped sideways.
while all remains the same, something is different.

it was last week then early this week
they cut the grass

two of them in the graveyard
until late afternoon

each evening the buzzard came
the cats waited

it is short now with all their hard work

yesterday  the other man came
to tidy up their tidying up

washed the stones

my side the flowers grow tall
the grass still green

looked out last evening toward the grave

yard

saw the light

the machine making a place

it used to be manual
i know the method

bob told me back then
know the depth

he has retired
since the covid came

said he is seventy now and aches a bit
i heard

i smiled after what he said to me
after he touched my arm

he often did that

once he kissed my cheek

buried my husband

jim


despite the dip things are now more cheery

having followed some of the remedy


you know
the bear is settled same position all night

pillow quite immaculate


it is a tidy bed

all clean linen yesterday
with laundry markings

from before the illness


came


now it is washed at home  with no mixing

now there is time and thoughtfulness
now there is time to read on the terrace

to look up and watch the sheets blow


you know
one can tell it is dry

by appearance

it was
the dream

the cloud
the quarry

water flows down this valley

wind blows round our houses

a word for desires and wishes?

a name for a blanket?

yet this came as frozen

locked in a repeating pattern

time beyond time

blank rooms

devoid of feature or understanding of the need

we never remember them playing there ever

no more

look out from the metal windows that run with condensation and sadness

at folk who surge and mingle

ptsd

so,

must we write about it before we forget,

before  people come and disagree?

they have small waists and a  national costume

the pound shops here have things that cost one pound

each

they sell glasses there for cloud and sun though

at present I do not shop in store
i shop online and while it is a

differing entity comes useful in these

times

she says the smaller stores will suffer
and while this is true I find it far more

convenient to have all the heavy stuff
brought to the door

rather than loading then later unloading
the car
to carry goods down the drive in various

weathers

a few leaves hang on like beaten rags
the branch hangs limp waiting for a

particular gust to fall

i do not have sugar in my tea
the saucer has cartoon animals
for decoration

in having found a book to read

in the corner chair by the curtain

hiding


delivered free by the library in town


the excitement in finding the place ready

facing the fire

the weather steady outside

a while


the fabric rich and heavy

safe from the arctic storm

there a little cloud with teardrops

a wash of shadowed grey

they came and cut the oak tree

not down entirely. they call it

trimmed

for he was worried it will fall

on his

house

it still may yet that is

a different story

here there are old yews all about

with tree protector orders and love

from those below

who have insurance

who remember deportment and unfortunately

elocution class

and may have preferred the predicted

stuck in  ice forewarned
by terms of reading

arctic exploration

speech

fails us.

simple notes. none rise higher than the one next.

to you, to me, this may not be

the acceptance

expected.

fail softly with a sloping line
tapering off into dots repeated
the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

an old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing

relaxing.

the hunted tried not to sleep

there

undeniably tracing honesty in the air

with one finger

pointing.

it came clear later..

can you fly from the window up into the hills where the trees are sawn down now

or maybe they used the machine

he was correct you know about the work along the estuary being drainage

the cut is ready
ditch is deep
mud banked

do you become tiny
walk there in mind

find the chosen pathways
watch the birds and wild
flowers grow

below the scene plays out
the dead
with wildlife as punctuation

she came running as always
older than me
her husband older
than her

he gets up on her return
does the times crossword
while she trains

i did not tell her
that I can do it too

a copy though not
so far as her

yet

without special shoes more
like in my sandals

yes two pairs the same because
i buy the same each year so

i keep one pair for walking

the other for paddling and wading
about

he worries about his waders, hangs
them on the gate to dry

cuts the bramble in the lane
in case the rubber punctures

decide which

petulant shadow hides

integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags

will find us.

avoid them if you can, use other roads

then one day

the flags will find you.



turn & there

before you, before you

the flags have found you.



yellow, nodding, reminding.



the flags have found me.

asked to write about food

a challenge you see


i too prefer it not a competition

never competitive me

don’t care about races nor nothing

like that

there seem to be three courses

yet I don’t understand the first

and probably will skip to the main so as to have room for pudding

maybe a spotted **** or something with thick cream and sugar

there seem to be a lot of competitions regarding food

and more seriously many hang ups

so let us keep it all light and fluffy

without contest


next we shall speak of gender

yes things that come
will also leave

an interesting day yesterday
when things revisit and i slip in

to recall the experience
relive that time and remember

i watched from the window how they
stood close together and hugged

and how it is spreading

there was a storm all day
warm inside the thoughts

came overwhelming

we went to bed early
and

this is another day

it has come warmer here
lately

so me and him cut the saplings
ropes pulling away from the wire

below the ivy threads the surface
to be pulled today as I tested the
method


which worked

plans are set
though news news ain’t good
any which way i look

i read about the dependency
he described
and thought he was more than that

we are not our issues nor experiences
we are more than that

each person a unique being

did done google and liked the arts
and craft style of it if I was looking

at the correct design

in the afternoon a plane came over

i was stood at the door just right

looked up and watched it go
then saw the afternoon light

dappled on the door
noticed the window needs painting

again

as you say
there is a feel and the birds
sound different

felt the sun on my neck
thought of older days

and went indoors a while

when second wind arrived
returned to the garden to

work some more

maybe tell me more about fred?

please.

Yes chilly and windy here yesterday.

Another exciting day in that the neighbours were having a tree felled and it was interesting to watch between tasks and warming up.

Ivor called to look at the greenhouse and left me to mull over ideas.

Then I started to define one of the paths with the gravel that was delivered. Did not rush as I will like it in a good place so hope to continue today.

Rang my brother, he is fine.

Then Pat Doorbar rang , also fine.

Not much on TV so listened to a podcast about space debris and drifted off.

With capitals and punctuation today. A treat.

a challenge to describe   these trees as suggested


the gentle good,  dawel disgyn,  little time
left, nor funds for flying.

yes now you say the temperature I can see the shaking

hear the breath

i reiterate that I share the excitement both

yours and his

sent it to a friend who likes trains too

i watched an interview of a famous man
talk about his childhood trauma

and how sometimes he takes that child
with him

now

with reassurance

watches the delight at
the experiences

sounds like a good thing to do james

it is not so wet here today

rules come away. a differing

place,  turning in the year.

it came gently.

such is the change of time
i have been around for  an
hour
extra

the island blessed

sandy tracks to wander

in memory.



like birds we flew

reluctantly he handed over the key,
sensibly you  took it.


shrapnel, forged from memory.

so face me, hands in pockets,,

say it is not so,
when you know that it is.

shelter here under this door?



no i do not mind the rain,

though it is all mud over there,

and may slide.





where do you walk?



to the end, and back again.



thank you.