intentions to change it all
then see what is already there and
carry on quietly


knowing the change will come
whether slowly or suddenly


james

intentions to change it all
then see what is already there and
carry on quietly
knowing the change will come
whether slowly or suddenly
james

there is nothing quite like changing stuff,
you see he always came on tuesday, but then
we started writing that day, so he will come
on thursday each month.

wrote of blood, yet did not share it much.

you may think we share our hidden thoughts,

yet some remain

james

it don’t seem to work as well
in email

comes alongside shopping
cash back and ebay notices

gets lost


we like things in place
in categories where it

can be dealt with neatly
in an order of service

and though I miss it james
maybe it was time

and I wonder still

why you left

Shoreline would be more an exploration of the concept….shorelines more related to actual examples…..how about that?

ideas ,
allelujas of creativity.

let the change come slowly,

join the group.

things will do for now
until it changes again
slightly

early yet
I have to tell you
that
i went a different way
to avoid the usual

things change,
except they say, one.
changes come

squirrels and disarray.

river ebbs, flows, tidal,
otter marks erased, the lane

quiet now. locals walk, leaves stir.

in passing remember those.

one slip is all, one step too far, the world turns around . no control

one slip is all, one step too far, the world turns around . no control, no eating,   disorder abounds. watch the ornaments fly…..

charcoal.

yes

a soft substance

easily crushed,

manipulated.

must ensure,

i am not.

duck egg blue
the ironmongers in town
at three seventy nine

we can walk there and back or there
and bus back you see

who defines the different
level of thought
is there a manual
with charts and graphs
a litmus test to testify
that the thought got tangled

which previously i called a small holding

provided us with murdered birds

heads bitten off

saved mum a job there

and when they sold it along with the old cottages set back

the bricklayers came and while  low down in their building

i ran round the back of our house despite her warning

fell

broke my head open

those brick layers took me to the hospital in their van

a towel wrapped round

two stitches

i bear the scar still

and they built bungalows

how small
how white the child
skin rinsed with tears

salt in the wind

the world outside the window commented on . as a child .
tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records

drawing the child with found fabrics

watching the marks come good, no dots
intended

yet they came
without warning

serendipidy

all is honesty

i have a witness.

evidence produced.

where it was decided to buy the higher house
in both scenarios

with grit and slight gusto

things come in layers
and differing shades

it is said that chris whitty looks serious always

so on checking find

this:-

uk government chief scientific adviser

sounds pretty serious that
as does covid

not much cause for tap dancing and merriment

there

it is said there are worries over the children’s vaccine for the disease is a viral virus

yet they agreed  the mmr injection

for the measles virus
the mumps virus
rubella virus

while

poliomyelitis is viral and difficult to spell

then diphtheria is a bacteria and rhymes

well

serious

yes is amazing. the babies **** on tree roots underground for 17 years then when they emerge make sounds enough to drown out any planes.

nice she gave you cabbage again.

i have an overload of mushrooms so I **** them in the air fryer with home made bread n oil then finish off with toasted cheese.

thankyou

do not know everything

only my version.

a fraction of the whole

blue sky thinking

here

tiny things become intimate

you may put them in cases, or hang on pins

straight or safety, it becomes political

the choice is yours

bulldog clips

my scope is limited now
yet it comes enough for
me

you make speeches, you rally while i remember my mother.

dermott.jpg

notes:-

q.
and the little ‘blue bag’ of whitener?


a.


mum did not use those, the cost i expect. gran did though .i remember it in her scullery. i have one for remembrance.

was
the dream

the cloud
the quarry

water flows down this valley

wind blows round our houses

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

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

the clouds waiting as you
say

there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff

becomes fact
a place one can recognise

the clouds waiting as you
say

there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff

becomes fact
a place one can recognise

see the softest looking clouds
wonder
if that is where that work came
from


with gentle grey

some thing is changing here,

so slight it can hardly be

noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,

came after light rain .

deep holes,
cut grass and wiping stones.
there is a place.

there was no message from you yesterday

perhaps you went visiting like me

perhaps you went over the back amongst the slate

and bright green ferns growing new

along the track we always use when I am there

down the ***** that scared  me
and my hand was held kindly

we looked in the camp
the clues then moved on

there was a beetle and passers by
who made space

and the recommended book
was never opened

perhaps you did something like that too?

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

the sea that is rising

along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.

the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.

google brings strange memories.

my friends talk of the coat hanger
effect. hanging our wares on each others’
shoulders, bearing us all down with the weight.

share it out they say, with friends and family,
loose and flowing, mind your engine does
not pink, we must have finer fuel. not feeling

our true self can be an infliction, the grave digger
reminds us of our years, our sense of humour.

we stare at icons, hope for a better price,
i went to the market yesterday.



notes ** maybe place in cupboards,
boxes, close the door, the lid,
carry on, carry.

some ask if the routine of working is missed

it is noted that another took it’s

place

moving lightly room to room in winter

from one hour to the next

differing activities

moving out into the landscape
differing thoughts with exercise

added

on hearing rain early
delay the start of it

did you know he asked me my materials

the list got long and

could have been longer

even boring for some

so I stopped

some times I feel I may get found out
&
james, sometimes I am

with a comma.

codes and reasons

friend came on the trip
yesterday
and we enjoyed it yet

i am used to going alone.

after she was all enthusiastic
and suggested more and more

i am used to  going alone….

the drawing

went wrong from the beginning


i thought and on the wrong paper too

i thought


had ordered card from asda

got a substitution of a colouring book

more suitable for the house next door with children

i thought so donated it over


there


saw their puppy


then continued on the wrong paper

i thought

only things worked out

cojoined twins

colder yesterday though possibly not as cold
as your experience over there

the greenhouse rearrangement came lovely
instigated by the accidental dropping of plants

growing from seeds gathered on walks
the wildlife garden

today the tiny things will be salvaged
nurtured in the warm

meanwhile i am constantly on leaf duty
while the terraces are cleared
the lower lawn is deep in golden
layers

a little each day
is just the ticket

alongside household chores and drawing

did not wish to go to sea

went just a few times

that I remembered
last evening

the crossing

i found you stranded.



held you , hugged you.



felt the weight of your body.



felt your fin.



there.



i took you to the water

and lay there with you



hoping it would save your life.

the mothth as collage.
a quiet ththing.

the hair looks like a cockatoo
with no fancy phrases

they used orange a lot
with some yellow

combed it fancy mainly
upwards

sprayed all over for style
and protection

he went walking with her
held her hand and laughed

i watched from the bus stop
now colour challenged

good plan and hope things work out

one way or other

it has been known here to utilise
the power of thought and circumstance

to escape the box

and while you ride the rail bed
i walk the track for it is a differing

language

your vests are not ours
nor your tank tops

and while I wear neither
have the most magnificent

combinations in my collection
hanging on the bathroom door

maybe you had your own money
not the exact amount  handed

to my brothers
with prime instructions

and no looking at the
forbidden places

nor loitering by the cafe

or

bought by mother
independently
as a gift

where were  the choices

you seemed to have

not here, not here.

james

these are the warmer days, days of independance.

days to charm