:: tides are higher now, flooding the paths. he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us ::

tides are higher now, flooding the paths.

he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us

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

there is plenty of time to walk from town,

to give an opinion whenever requested.



there is time to talk, and receive gifts

or is it the air changing?
mood settles, or is it the
time of year?

honest marks and lines different from the immediate gratification of a photograph. though with the latter enjoys the  creativity of editing, layering ; drawing in on the original idea.

time passes, passes. mind  so focussed that world outside, own  skin forgotten.

grass
holds the sand.
sand holds
the grass.
have you walked the dunes
hollowed path, coconut gorse.
have you found contentment there?
have you sat the sun, black crow bird,
have you closed your eyes at that
within, enjoyed that
without?
the tin hut is still empty.

mornings rise softly
darkling to the sound

of another sweet day

it seems I saw only him
in eight days and he speaks

ordinary

the track is softer now
moisture swells the way

and birds come quieter
scatter at my approach

autumn

stand alone more

to wonder and admire

to poke in moss to
find

tiny tiny things

james

the darkness of dreams is come

november

slate slides
mud slips
rain falls

seems higher this time

water expands to where i see
the edge

it is the blue tie and orange
top that looks distinctive..

..today..

.it is the blue tie and orange
top that looks distinctive..

..today..

blows ideas into our houses

messages bring connections

a busy day with folk talking

changed my status,

worked out my age

and noticed my memories are mainly places

sounds like a satisfactory arrangement
on the surface

as we know there is much below

the iceberg metaphor

thankyou for taking the time to tell me
to write of it and
i shall read it over
and imagine

a friend from portmeirion estate
asked after you
she knows we chat

she is keeping in touch
so I shall reply today

with words of my choice
not predicted

while yesterday a storm forecast
nothing came

while I drew the evil little toe rag

look at each gentle place,
to keep in a pocket
of love,for that rainy
day, you do not go.

the dead tree is gone now

cut down
hard

branches scattered as it hit
solid ground

changing the view
it has not rained a long time
thought it did a bit last night

did I tell you about the sapling
now in view?

i miss the old thing
and think how nice to know

that I can love a dead tree

some of us manage

to be vulnerable as naked

in private

some need holding up

in sight from our window

while the world is turning there is a small hope to always return home

ragged poem because it’s not focused. the concept is lost in the wrapping.

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

to talk of food

each day we check and diary
for there is no popping into
the shops just now

we see on social which shops
are closed for decontamination

say deep clean again

and those gone sick

it comes from kimnel bay
the asda van and we use
it carefully

the basement is now a store
with a label
and categories

as is the outbuilding
amongst other things

part of the day is pleasant
in the kitchen chopping
preparing

boogie wonderland
ha

lots of nuts

james

briefly

early

think i may like to travel to small places,
old and full of history. deep aged fabrics
stained with the words of time. to touch

large rocks

fenced off yet

maybe i will

creep through

and touch

one quiet day

one stone

one finger touch

a ritual

maybe some do not plunge right in
just dabble on the surface

flick in puddles
like little birds

there seems to be an echoing a glitch in proceedings

so we came in the back way and exclaimed like blimey

there will probably be much of this with all this being

static like some caravans

and other mobile things

think the road is closed for people on bicycles

with a helicopter flying over

this morning while doing the garden in the heat got sweaty and allergic

sneezing with spotty rashes

i ate tinned gooseberries from the fridge in the cool corner of the cottage

and felt better

maybe connections are missed the link dismissed.    

metaphors faint as my flimsy whispers  

symbols   do you deny me peace?   perhaps you utter the words constantly?  

look closely

trawsfynydd, we forgot the buzzing,
only heard the wind, for
wind there was this time.

the sky predominant, a gap
for the light to pass

trawsfynydd, we forgot the buzzing,

only heard the wind, for

wind there was this time.

the sky predominant, a gap

for the light to pass

i think my work,

my soul

is in

my chest.

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

before the cut were shadows

which

needed to be removed.

we thought about the things he
said about the tea plantations
in india
he does a big trip somewhere each each year
except last year and probably this year too

seems that you are trouble, is that correct?

yes.

it seems you need to let the birds sing

it can become obsessive
this watching the news in your country

it may be an obsession
this tidying of drawers
in the warm rooms
only

these things do pass the time
while we stay at home
as directed

walking early
so as not to see no one
only that cat
and various squirrels

it may be a habit writing
here
each day

hearing your news
on tug hill

or maybe an act of solidarity james

whereas I am not fond, preferring the wild ones

tulips grouped in the borders will be interesting for you next year and something to look forward to.

yes much gardening all round yesterday I feel and more coming on today…

anyhow we done the draft

then turned it round about


a few more hours fiddling
and it may suffice
with a double eff

met her at the forest by the hotel
we were volunteers
and seemed to get on well

agreed to visit the fabric store
at the coast
see the rusted ships together

be friends

just before the pandemic hit

we connect on social media now

there are others met at london

the exhibition

and akhenaten

there is a pause in proceedings
that can’t be helped

winter brings differing challenges

objects fall and are mended

it is

nearly the end of november

abakhan

so i did what he says,

whilst running up

and down the stairs.



source to av,

only there aint no av,

not

on that one anyhow.



press my scart lead,

that is probably it.



press the sky button,

the sky does not respond.



we still has televison snow.



he will come out on friday.

i spend thirty days writing

one eye closed, storm building.


you never know what goes on

behind the scenes.


there are pictures each day

some seem similar

some seem a memory now.


a daily challenge

twelve years.

i calculate the time
divided by the difference

then i pass by the village

you wave again.

look the same, only

everything is changed

again.

time is limited these days.
those one admired in youth
devastate us now.

can we know all things .we
only went twice ?

time is limited these days.
those one admired in youth
devastate us now.

can we know all things, we
only went twice ?

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

52.59.3.

two voices softly said


“yes”

they cannot
understand the numbers
nor find their families

*

the rose was gently pressed

between pages

you feel like two people

that one is split in two.

that the other one does

look a bit like you

only more so

normal.

is what you are told

it is

until

you realise

it is

not

...

find pieces of jigsaw

everywhere here,

and they

don’t fit

together.

 

if i try

they make

the wrong picture

two clouds.


brown paper
packaging…

could be more overall

who is counting no more


it is not good grammar

no capital letters or punctuation


two days of storms

more in lockup


he says we get used to things

and I thinks he is correct

day 350

small village, mayhap a hamlet, named,
one forgets the rules with all that has happened.


nice to be out, to see the neighbours’ houses,
to see what has changed while i have been working

are suggested quickly, no time taken to

utter the words. yet. it will take a while

to order, to plant, it will all be lovely,

unless bitter words entice despondency,

low spirits from a loss of hope, of courage.



we shall carry on until the paint runs out,

then we shall clean the old rugs., order two hundred

bluebells.



he often has good ideas.