the waiter tells me 

I look just like his cousin

in Bangladesh

 summer?

it’s always a wind up

isn’t it?

 that photograph 

the permanence of fleeting

just for a moment

 when you step in a cow pat

you lose sight of the blue sky

 morning sunshine 

a cobweb thread is shining 

on the lavender 

 haiku

as it happens

i write a poem then

as it happens

 municipal car park defibrillator 

how much!!?

 late june 

spiders and moths

stay for a while

 election solstice 

now the votes are drawing in

their discontent 

 thump thump thump

ironing irony

her voice on my shoulder 

 global heating

the graphs change colour

sweat jesus!

 sipping tea

in the setting sun

under the apple tree

 in my garden

there are ants living

in my wall

in these days of image we must listen to the words 

 if i could ring the temple bell

perhaps just once

mmmmmmm

 foxgloves

is that the same bee

is this the same morning 

 two gardeners

many flowers

happy days

 cat’s pose

ten thousand images

plus one more

 seasons of graphs and fretful nuances

the sun 

is tipping 

the top 

of    the           pagoda 

 a good aphorism

is never write aphorisms

i tell myself

 now i am a father 

i often think of my father

my child

 of all the suns

in all the galaxies

this one shines on me

 to write of the sea

as to write of love

is to step outside

 at the sea’s side

thoughts are some times far out

sometimes close ashore

 a jigsaw of people

in the interlocking of pleasures

where no corners accrue

Video

 An amazing 17 minute film about me (the pebble poet) very very good quality ~ professional filming by @JoannRandles

https://youtu.be/8autnac45Nw?si=rZWv0Tsfv5kDEohT

 a bright and daisy day

waiting for the cat to decide 

 life 

you didn’t

i could have 

 

loosestrife flowering

the beginning of the end 

another summer

 a bumblebee bee

counting on the fingers

of a foxglove 

 old age
my medical folder next to 
the user guides 

 the winds of war

treading on the crab apples

the nights are drawing in

 sundown

the cobblestones glowing red

sayonara 

 nothing left to say

it was the wrong repost

the wrong redirection