traces remain hidden for the most part
only to come out on particular
occasions
without  warning

she said it without  warning
& i was horrified

traces remain hidden for the most part
only to come out on particular
occasions
without  warning

she said it without  warning
& i was horrified

they screamed that there was an accident waiting to happen on the stairs

my goodness

such a thing to see while out
and about

such a high up place to be

in a field near here
along the main road
at hengwrt are three little

horses that run together
close
like in a circus those days

now there are no animals
mainly clever folk being smart
or funny

i miss the circus top
over by the cob

there is no panto either

which is an abbreviation for
pantomime

there are the stories james

with audience participation

have you been to the circus?

we do so many things.

we are no longer afraid.

make the best of summer days,

winter follows.

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

as i rose,

a pink mist descended.

it was actually already there,



i like the sound of the action here.

only  stone

set before

set like fire in empty barns

#readthat

the social worker was a ***** back then

#didyoureadthat?

will watch the film on perception tomorrow alongside

another. red & white.  they say it will change my life.

meanwhile i **** boxes.

is there a hub bub
voices chattering more than usual

will there be large makings of coffee
there and fun?

we had fun yesterday with all the deliveries
opening boxes and moving water barrels
without the water

sploshed on the garden

today here james we shall
have a hub bub and chatter

you know

we shall have coffee and buns as
always
unless they ask for tea

you know

i never asked for earl grey
while staying at the hospital

not liking to make a fuss
under such circumstances

well you don’t
do you?

went to town yesterday, saw the signs of another
world. stood in the bank some time, only one
assistant these days.


the sun colours the clouds with empathy.

he was worried over the empty barn. #metaphor .it  survives,

some

way.

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

tidy beach
soft sand and honest stones
to be fortunate here

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

old story remembered  from the beach
that warm afternoon while all were playing
relaxing
the hunted tried not to sleep
there
for fear of being robbed or found

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

the sea that is rising

yet there are paths,

walked, not just

by one or two.

or rabbits.


have young feet run here,

or solitary folk, thinking,



watching light hit water

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

there is a bear here that I have not mentioned a while as someone copied so he went quiet yet

still here
told him yesterday what happened and

he sat still and constant as always and was pleased

is pleased

there are no moose here nor noise as predicted

if there were
we would also have conversations

remember the dung beetle
gathering muck

and there are others
out there I am sure

for now the cat is asleep
in the cellar, goes down at dusk
thinks I don’t know

otherwise she is let out for
the night
hunting

or holed up somewhere else

she will scrabble up later
go out the back before

breakfast

this time
the recycling centre stays open
here

while I see
someone has changed the tune
somewhat

not so cold here today james

while the lorries drive the road
early

-1°

oh unsuitable paint you
covered lovely with no
comments as all are at
home

as advised

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

they have small waists and a  national costume

bone of the soul

earthy dark
below ground

no crystals here

the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.

best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.

the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.
best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.

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.

a different aspect

it was good to have the windows
the doors open
air circulating

yes

using phrases like the enemy
it don’t go unnoticed here either

want to draw that image

to keep it in my brain
to come out some other way

take on all the things on our arms
our shoulders

the coat hanger effect

i noted his oversized coat
and was admonished for

assuming judgement on
appearance

no no no it is about remembrance
and the drawing out later
when all is quiet james

it is that time of year for memorials
eighteen days yet

perhaps someone will come to measure the depth

calculate the timeline

do not feel so great, again today.

i wanted to be european.

a bigger picture.

hope all came delivered and nicely packaged maybe cardboard 


i save old card for drawing on and bending about all messy


charcoal gets everywhere and causes coughing 
so have been neater recently and careful with that whitlow which remains covered


up


the road they are painting too

a heavenly blue

bird in hand is drawn
rules to guide us

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

blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections.


a busy day with folk talking.

bird in hand is drawn
rules to guide us
with stars above that have no points
at all
yet each one has a story

poor birds

have it difficult the best of times
then comes the festivals
those traditions

that mean they must die

talking of which
now we know

with our present hidings and isolation
distancing

how they live at all times

the creatures burn and die
fly
away

i watch the squirrels down the back lane
each day
sometimes one will stop running and

we look at each other

a while

you like birds?
as do i
neither of us employed
&  i am vaguely idle

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

seems that you are trouble, is that correct?
yes.

it seems you need to let the birds sing

.so we move forward differently once again.

.while you remain in mind.

she was drawn again yesterday with her sibling

though it did not look quite right so

shall i tear the sister off?

seems that you are trouble, is that correct?
yes.

it seems you need to let the birds sing

is it acceptable to think in phrases, believe the attrocities yet do not share them

with friends.

early yet

I have to tell you
that

i went a different way
to avoid the usual

added bits and embellishments which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense my head came heavy with drowsy
fell off
&
i did not return

new mathematics

the rooms were swept yesterday

bones hidden

teeth implied

yet the shape remains embedded

like the greys and shadow.

i like when the cars go by,

the lights go across the walls’

yes

‘ i do not think i will like very black

in the black &
up over the mountains darkly

small thing  ragged who knows all of it

pieces torn away

work along the coast with thread and diligence

gather wools

layer carefully we shall have warmth this winter

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