it came gradual some time back

no one memorised the date

at all

not at all

we felt it was not right especially

the day on the bus, remember?

over time with help from friends and durability

all came better again.

special thanks to those mentioned.

#doll
#starry

should that dot be approved

and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

it was another lockdown

with discussions on milk

that seemed important

then we heard voices distant, watched with a comma, saw the group walking the lane early

red tops and shorts

six thirty a.m.

should that dot be approved
and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

spread out as cotton threads

knotted

&

i will not mention the word

tapering off into dots repeated
the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

covering the plainess

i give them cardigans with buttons
and sometimes dots

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

on looking at todays work
i see the spots are appearing

decline

to say no, or even to fail softly with a sloping line

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

drawing the child with found fabrics

watching the marks come good, no dots
intended
yet they came
without warning

doubly,
font and image.
to twice the normal extent
or degree.
things happen, we deal,
cards are set, dice thrown.
life moves on.

doubly,
font and image.
to twice the normal extent
or degree.

things happen, we deal,
cards are set, dice thrown.

life moves on.

life moves on.

no time to double check,
change things before

is set in time , in memory.

two times,
in two ways

we multiply.

some doubt climate change
despite the science
she says we shall have sunny spells

just now on you tube  saw

a photo of douglas bader

you know

the pilot

& you know

was surprised he looked nothing like

kenneth more

early sunday


traffic back to usual from lockup

which came quiet


we went down along the river

a new route to hear the cockerel

to find the little flowers

plus evidence from the night before


she remarked that animals spread disease

as do people just as much as we have noticed lately


they say they feel safe

yet

that don’t mean they are



the zoo is back open again today

who knows what lies underneath

here the land goes up and down

water drains

into rivers

who knows what lies underneath

here the land goes up and down

water drains

into rivers

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

the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.

an osprey flew down the estuary late
while I hung out the window
to watch the propellers spin

upwards

yesterday four private planes came
explained by the app

undeniably the white microlight
sounded odd while we shouted

words  lost in air

as a child walked down the airfield to see

the buckle broke
caused great difficulty
in walking

i always like planes Jim

overcast today

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended
yet they came
without warning

we listen to the rain early

with mixed feelings

there may not be gardening done today

there may be drawings

see exhibitions

quiet slow and uneventful

& lasting impressions

a simple drawing out

no fuss

and sometimes late in the evening

think of it

leave the house

and return to the simple line drawing

carefully we drew her out
all tidy with reason, wearing
us down

we shall have more drawings
i can see the marks & lines
pushing through
despite the weather

what there is may seem paltry to others

in their grander scheme of things

yesterday bought a new pencil with a number that i dismissed

liking chance

there was lightning in the night


the phone told me

an alert on my app

comes yellow


it has been one year today

and that is plenty days and

there will be some more

of that I am sure


we listen to the rain early

with mixed feelings


there may not be gardening done today

there may be drawings

meeting
in the chapel,
house to pray on
small birds, charcoal
drifts. in air, in words.

symbols of poetry,
cut and pasted.

literally.

naturally .

the talk
came back to electrics
and ironing, side effect of
the tabernacle machynlleth.

drawing.

so flimsy it is hardly there.

so worn, it is almost dead.
recreate the dying in your head.

so small it is hardly there.

so cheap it is almost dead.

draw it. recreate the scene in your head.

make some thing of the scratches and nibs,

home in on detail

and begin

to enjoy

the cuts and scrapings.

while all around is trembling , we weave together
with dreams and possibilies.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter
now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

there a little cloud with teardrops

a wash of shadowed grey

looks like you are drowning and

hope i am wrong. i can see the

struggle

the turn about in water.

flat down there nearer by the sea
where all hope is abandoned  via the councils

voted for

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

with grit and slight gusto

things come in layers
and differing shades

he taught us in painting class

step by step until drowsy

so we opened the windows
decided not to return again

is flat down there  nearer the sea
we sat and watched the train come in
admired the white horses grazing afar

birds played on the fences

dry he wore the white dress
though
his hair curled damply

we drew him
we painted him

he is taller now & remains
much the same

comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue

the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine

mainly red,

comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue,

the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine

duck egg blue
the ironmongers in town
at three seventy nine

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

talk goes on all day, about the heat,
the rain and drizzle,
no thoughts on the shipping
forecast. words red, remembered.

the bird, the boy, the machine,
there is only air between.

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

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?

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

was mentioned that people turn it back to themselves

tried it and found it so

that or not showing care
for the deep ness of it all

maybe i shall not go to dunster again

after all

and shall miss it

&

more

will miss you…..

.note. i never did pronounce dulverton as dulverton…

the anxiety failed later in the day


a more comfortable place as i
watched other peoples ways and
opinions

we saw the lights in the village

black rook, flies over white moon

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low
over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.
all is dust, as dust we have become.                 slow.
grey.

each morning, each morning write to you
as if you are here

still

as if talking to you still

look to the window , see the grass is cut again
flowers gone

still wonder

where you are

or nowhere?

look out again , see green cherries on the tree

best to be gentle with those and all other things…

comes at night he said

the bleakness

we noticed it that day and found it omninous.

february 2019

the sea is quiet as we have never seen it

sun as hot as it gets

like summer



they gloried in it

the bathers

the media



we watched



while the ice melted.

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