he was writing a book up until the day he died

 on the sea breezes

the smell of barbecue fuel

plastic wrapped

 desire path

the breeze coming through my house

a scent of summer

 the flower jar fell

all the wilted daisies spilled

across the yard 

the cockerel crowed fool

the little girl cried

 eyes unfocused

i see writing on the rocks

distant friends

 her ears

all the points of the compass

talking to my cat

 with both doors open

my house becomes a garden 

of birdsong

 sunny sunday 

breakfast in the garden

dew tea calls

 wait

there might be a great poem

turn over

 buddha

waiting for memories

arrives at a thought

 inside a woman

ever the soliloquy 

of a new life

 many legs

walk many paths

then they rest

 dead fly

on my breakfast table

had you eaten

 glasshouse wind chimes

shoulders bending towards 

the tomato plants

 ahh morning tea

golden mirror of thoughts

best sipped

the muses

having been drinking

are sleeping

what is the word for that

they laughed and laughed

 all our lives

to realise its nothing

but emptiness 

 why

always answers

why not

 from the clouds the rain falls

 the butterfly 

that flew over the hedge

has come back 

 most beautiful smile

soon you will sneer a skull

kiss me now

before my sockets empty

my soul is leaking away

 driftwood

where have you been

are you going

 the widower

is talking to the sea 

about his wife

 so many suns

in this deep green universe

daisy lawn 

 snoozing 

on a summer afternoon 

our yesterdays 

 denture fitting

my smile in the hands of another

tutt tutt

 green rain

steady in my thoughts

these gardens 

 poetry book

as my hands grew colder

my heart grew warmer

 how funny

that the rain isn’t sad

but i am

 on this tide line

the wreckage of humanity

stops thinking 

 even ‘bad’ haiku

the reader may consider

a great truth

 murmuration 

in a prolapsed mind

bats bats bats

 dappled        dappled

sunshine on limestone walls

and nettles

 waiting 

in the walking stick corner

tomorrow 

 sitting

watching the grass grow 

daisies 

 post-coital dream

a sculpture of arms and legs

like a Picasso

 yesterday said see you tomorrow 

 scrolling slowly

through a wet temple garden

on my time line

 considering

a cat and i 

morning

 barcoded

the isbn of a dream

on back order 

will be dispatching soon

crepe wrapped and moist

 on a shelf

in the back of a bookshop

a book

 the son is his father’s prophet 

 bullet train

we are so far from home

little fly

 old age

finding the right words

in the strangest places

 composted

the mountains of memorial

forgotten

 during an argument with the sea the sky fell down

 Iris

thriving in the margins 

my mother

 at a touch

the cat understands

we snooze

 seventy

i give my special stone

to my granddaughter 

two crows

standing on two cows

in one field

there are two fields

only one has cows

crow

hello crow

goodbye 

 holding a fossil

i become fossil sized

sitting there

 why 

does an echo ask

why

 gales

there were always gales

he said

pulling on a thread

from the torn fabric 

 listen

the cat walks away

i said

 blossom 

for just one 

minute 

 an erotic thought

planted in your eyes

growing smiles 

 new bridge

my friend across the river

calls

 a glimpse of

nothing in particular

does it

 i’ve changed my mind 

 the rain

is sad

if you are

 nothing but

the flight of a thought

leaving

 between tarmac and the booted sole spring decides the stride

 at low tide

high tide’s pools are waiting

for the sea to smile

 fading palaces

the kings and queens forlorn

yesterdays are gone

modern says you too be gone

be gone be gone be gone

 buoy bell

  bell buoy

buoy bell

 on what shelf

is the last person alive

to be found 

 sea the

inevitability

of death

the turning and turning 

of so many final thoughts

 yesterday seems aged

tomorrow i will write of tomorrow

today - well yes - today

 aches and pains 

each one a ticket 

in death’s lottery

 when you were out

she turned me off 

alfred 

 after eating

the cat’s tail disappears 

under her blanket

 one photo

rising sun

two cups

 dysfunctional 

in a parallel universe

there are still stars 

 from all this shit

tomorrow’s flowers will grow

stench becomes perfume

 wild sea swimming

there is no one there

but yourself

the call of the shore

the call of the sea

 stroking

the ouija board

of my cat

 the sea

eating a rainbow 

spawned

 water hammer

i hate you

i hate you

 friends

if you cannot come to me

wave

 mountain top

seeing further

than the view 

sensual thought

once planted in the sunshine

slowly growing smiles 

 when dusting

with the windows open

light showers

then the sun comes out

and the motes dance

 when a child thinks

seriously considers

the world can wait

 dawn

unleashed thoughts

looking for a home

 holes in my socks

through the holes in my shoes

yesterday’s twoes 

 the sea

if i consider it holy

so let it be

proud cowboy

even with a broken pin

he’s a sheriff

 night swimming 

listening for the shore

waves of fear

 around each plant

in the temple gardens

sun rain

 next to the Buddha 

a stubborn wood pigeon is

eating the grass seed

 palimpsest 

on the shoulders of others

ergo ego goes

 no farther 

than the pheromones 

closed eyes

 my mindfulness walk 

through the orchard and castle

to the sea to swim

every day a survival 

every day is tomorrow 

 oyoguhito 

swims in the sea each day

the sea doesn’t know 

 a poem for you

all along the edge of grief

walking on tiptoe

 rainbows

all the same bloody colour

curmudgeon

 walls of war

your alleys my alleys

life and death

 poetry is the

permanent transience

of one another

 tussock

a pheasant in the sun

resplendent 

climate change 

we are all responsible 

everyone of us 

 showers

a trip to the well

at tea time

 rain

germinating 

grass

 beach hut

as the must rushes out

the sea rushes in

 SGL2 i 

varnishing the toilet floor

sweetly

 wild horse

my friendly pat

disturbs the fleas

 old couple 

duelling with words

touché

 twenty twenty one

anti-climb paint in the rain

vaccination centre

 long walk

the child with the bad leg

runs home

 vaccination 

the torrential rain

bouncing 

 falling to sleep

the well rope pulls up short

such is a dry dream

 my poem

don’t try to understand it

eat it

 turning them over

behold the hourglass

endless 

tree stump

the aetiology of

backache 

Apostrophes  - two cats either side of an offence 

 it’s a rare crow

that is scared

by a scare crow

 pink wind

wet petals the sundial

in no time

petals

falling on the new grass

and daisies

blossoms snowing

unusually windy today

no bees

celandine 

closing our eyes 

mellow dreams

apple blossom

dressed in fine lichen

today’s the day

gorse flowers

a heady smell of sunshine

basking lizards

a bouquet 

of periwinkle and bluebells

i am so lucky

last log fire

the red daisies opening

is warmth enough

ponies

their first time on grass

bouncing bouncing

coast path

so many wild flowers

opening up 

 bullet train

how far we are far from home

little fly

 retweeting haiku

too many syllables 

go viral

 thrumming

the handrail in the storm

talks of the wind

 dentist

forever waiting 

goldfish

 every day

i make most of it up

honestly

 when dad became pop

we closed up the shop

of childhood 

 humming

down the well of life

i make a wish 

 love is -

sharing the liniment

after gardening 

lost

if only the mind’s landscape

had a path

 a field of tulips

perspective of springtime’s

vanishing point

 how slowly the cold knife melts in the midnight of the sun

 easter - deep inside

the byzantine church

his story alights

 trans surgery

i read the headline as

tree surgery

 flea drops

how on earth do you know

come here pussy cat!

 supporting cast

in the opera of morning

silent voices

 why did you leave       ?

hanging like a waterfall 

soundless thunder

wild garlic

making a soup

of memory