Monday, 18 August 2025

Saturday, 16 August 2025

my back to school pen

adopting another slant 

writes ‘maybe’ again 

 hot morning

someone is cutting down a tree

a dog is barking


beauty 

is a cool breeze

on a hot morning 


hot day

the postman calls early

morning ~ morning 


hot morning 

there’s a cobweb

on the chair

where i have my feet up 

on a cushion

Thursday, 14 August 2025

photon by photon

night disentangles itself

from daylight 

that disentangles itself

from darkness 

 late august 

leaves in the potholes


of summer

Monday, 11 August 2025

Sunday, 10 August 2025

Saturday, 9 August 2025

the footfall stone


shining from the olden days

when you walked with me 

Friday, 8 August 2025

the stickleback pond

refilling our jam jars 


with delight

 If you don’t throw it

how will they catch your drift


unedited poem

 traditional red 

the morose hydrangeas

of august


a lone surfer 

riding the rollers

off crab island 

 after a noon nap

the welcoming breeze 


of a fresh coffee

Y

intoxicated

floating upon the breeze

of summer’s homily

 stare at a poem

then slowly close your eyes 


and it will purr 

 biographies 

the people i could have been


i could have!

 my heavy heart

cast aside like a rock

ocean of tears

Thursday, 7 August 2025

Wednesday, 6 August 2025

 a sun sloe morning

when to wait is expected


of everything 

Tuesday, 5 August 2025

 school’s out

fish are jumping


the long again

 overgrown path

taking a nettle sting


for a long walk

 today

me and this butterfly 

sunbathing


windy

losing count

of the rose buds

 dear old pussy cat

shall we have a sit by here


shall we ~ mmm?

 doomscrolling 

do you know that starfish’s


arms are falling off

Saturday, 2 August 2025

 on this sea’s step

guilting her drugged-dead son


a lady depressed


i said what must be said


but it flew out on the tide