i come to you each month to leave a prayer to be said. i have no faith yet live in hope. #chestercathedral
look at mosaics, oh absalom, my son, my son.
wonder where the justice is. i come to think on things. each time i am challenged as to my reasons, & do i have a ticket?
it is enough to put some off from visiting at all. only the brave. thank you.
pray for them, all is in disorder.
archaic or dialect question, in appropriate. a lowly start
with slight misgivings, i come arrived from the country, an immigrant
here.
if the task came to me unlikely, i should sew profusely. a safe bet in that
something grows decently.
do you know how to stitch a lie, when all about grow honesty? mine was
white last year,
now nothing germinates.
the question is irreverent, no disrespect meant. forgive me, this is the second
time. this time,
i shall stay.
despite my nationality.
she needed the fare home, i gave her change.
the school girl bent level, gave her the note, touched
her and left.
sometimes
we look after our own.
moving on from the last verse of girly looking
after girly, we stopped at the jeweller’s window.
the assistant, neat looked bore & very clean. the
rings were three thousands and more.
enough to take her home and more.
“yes sir you may buy the ring, for a
thousand pounds, or choose to save
her life”
did you dream of evil last night, for evil it was.
pocked, bleeding and dead. back broken.
this morning the garden is damp, a mole died
peaceably.
plans for a new path are growing, yet there was
evil.
again.
last night.
bloody danger everywhere. here. there. words look the same.
dots abound. he followed the road, fell from the sky. the thing
was heavy.
during the day the bus burned up the road.
the nails are sharp, we can split our fingers.
be very cared for my dears.
is it today?
yes.
the letter?
yes, the article.
it will all be different?
yes, it has been different quite a while……
will they send me back?
no you may stay here with me, safe.
sad together.
numbers came suddenly, soon after one. nothing added any more, all began to subtract, divide, the result algebraic there are no rulers, lines to divide, the total is irrelevant now, the addition foremost. i have been to the counting.
initially, crossed the sea to the land, from one to another, then, talking. crossed the narrow bridge spoke of the past, you know what i mean. courage to walk
away.
a book about death. 14.
irregular, you came, your best clothes shining. never mind. the first tune hit the mind, patterns and mathematics. the kindness that is.
he said. machine you see. glass reflecting. slowly it starts repeating. the walls of differing colours. we have the dvds. on and on repeating on and on repeating on and on repeating.
back to the counting, how many have there been, how many are left still standing. an issue for some, yet we amend the figures here and move on. lucky ones, maths divides and decimates others.
1.2
repeating.
speech.
simple notes, there is much discussion now, where the place used to be pure quiet and acceptance.
it seems to him that talking does not get the job done. gently balancing wool. words fall .
we had gathered here before to watch the weathering. referendum come and gone with fury.
speech
fails us.
simple notes. none rise higher than the one next.
to you, to me, this may not be
the acceptance
expected.
with great love and care ( adverb) he made them. each one by hand.
most were killed before breakfast. visitors asked to see the bodies, having
none, he imported them from abroad. more killed than
the somme. thousands after dawn. he has models now of dead
soldiers, some with arrows in.
small scene first world war, glow in the dark. memorial.
having spent time among his battles, i went and ate a donut. lovingly.
win or lose. hedge your edge.
write of parlay. slowly ending bet.
forbidden child! drift into another.
world. tabbed.
dice or other games.
no one wins…..
she talked rapidly
about family,
history, opera, poetry.
i idled,
listened a bit,
eyed her clothes.
wished i dressed liked that,
treat myself,
et cetera.
then.
she told me
that
her uncle,
in war painted
white crosses on men who deserted.
an aim for those
who shot them.
she said,
he was never the same after.
is left behind with tiny writing. salisbury cathedral.
the back way. written in latin for those who matter.
those words and those words
an historian uttered sent me reeling outside.
where air is cleaner.
oh , by the way
left you both there too. were you trying to appease
the barons?
water flows down this valley. wind blows
round our houses.i have said it before.yet
seems that those who should know better,
talk of gods, may judge the people .
live in remote places.
between mountain, sea. the land becomes
dry.
this arid land.
it has been so, so many years. dormant.
hurts and atrocities.
you did not know you said it.
did not remember.
did not mean it.
sixty years later, passed it forward
when you shouted. this is how
things go round.
for which i apologise.
hurts and atrocities.
they killed it.
without hesitation.
it glittered like starlight, fine, upstanding, an
example of friendship, solidarity. dead. they
killed it dead.
it shone with kindness and friendship
so they deliberately made it die. now
they continue to murder what is left,
as they have done before.
it was a good thing.it was different. that
is all.
should have gone deleted. you went and liked it, commented.
now is done, we are as exposed.
we are responding to the prompts.
reportage. write again, tomorrow.
we are witness.
nothing is as it seems. there are enough disturbances in the world,
without another. stay under glass.
though it is a secret, we have none
lay dead . do not speak nor ask for fear.
lay quiet. do not write nor tell. there are
new shoes by the wardrobe. at an angle.
still. do not move nor participate in any
way.
do not breathe, nor cry. there are new
shoes by the wardrobe, new shoes.
I am not a silent poet 