as eyes seize it
offering
a small pebble
to my god
a grain of sand
to the universe
clearing
a carpet of bracken
just for me!
personification
deeming to understand
the cat’s personality
snide and seek
keep looking
and you will find god
hiding from you
coming ready or not
invisible ink
enveloping your letter
love’s scent
moon clouds over
the house of the barking dog
midnight midnight
streaming golden
down into the underground
my train of thoughts
after sending
his words around the world
they return with ours
i didn’t win
because i refused to pay
to coin a phrase
cobwebbed high
in the left hand corner
a snail asleep
the whole garden
is stopped in that rain drop
quivering
cooking dinner
reflected on the saucepan
the broadest smile
white picket fence
the lace curtains twitch
a dog barks
serendipity
the insomnia arrived
after i dropped off
the summer wind
is thrashing the plum tree
green evening
i want words
that get under my skin like scabies
scratch that !
21st century
presidents give military salutes
a king and a queen
my cat
watching the sparrows
no NO!
placed elevensies
at eleven
wearing my red top
to visit the blossom
remaking the bed
we tuck each moment in
just one wrinkle
the squirrel
who buried the nuts
did not return
filled the pond just in time
Basho’s frog
wincing
as the sparrow hawk
thwacks the dove
i had it once
but now it’s gone
i still remember it
life’s ups and downs
in the sparkling water
your lemon pip
between
the mirror and the trees
my palm imprints me
once found
the cadence of the ocean
makes life’s swell
the birds
are eating the worms
in the rain
the two wood pigeons
on the lamppost are watching
the cat coming in
shed light
rainbows on cobwebs
i am captivated
ahhh yes norway
where the mountains are
under the fiord’s skin
my life’s touchstone
the one with a kiss inside
she has misplaced it
perhaps someone has found it
and they have buried it deep
that small smooth stone
full of a sun kissed childhood
take it ere the need
writing is easy
it’s the lodestone
that is hard to find
windy breeze
everywhere the sunlight
bouncing the trees
has fattened my cat
the birds also
the lizard sun
has a fixed eye
stand very still
the mind’s eye has a big ear
placed the striped light
beyond the gate
the fingerprints of the sea are legion
not one flower
has said a word
or needs to
placed the seat
half way up the hill
placed the defibrillator
outside the church
placed the kitchen roll
next to the orchid
time reversal
yesterday’s leaves are moulding
tomorrow
put the corner
for the wind to come around
what a pity
the fairground is closing
my last ticket to ride
boat house
the oars catch
the shadow fish
maybe
after coffee
deep dive
into the white mountains
deep blue fiord
placed the red bin
next to its reflection
miscalculation
the take away point being
it all adds up
chabana
the flower that caught my eye
displays me
butterfly
who is chasing who
come back
i called my cat ‘my’
fast asleep her open eye
derides me
sleeping cat
guarding the open door
in the sunshine
the tide turned back
at the child’s moat
empty airport loo
the lights on the pleasure gel
are flashing blue
modernism
the pot for utensils
labelled ‘utensils’
the moon goes there
stringing along the clouds
into a bed of stars
the sun has gone down
into the sea again
beach fires
brass polish
suddenly torrential rain
presses down the sea
on the beach
i admired her painting
but she was busy
noise noise noise
it never expletive stops
EXPLETIVE
unable
to see the could
for the please
tea in the garden
a small number of greenfly
cease to exist
placed the frog
by the water
aspidistra
the elephant in the room
that one empty chair
in the verdant hedge
one dead tree dried and brown
suburban nightmare
haiku garden
so many plants growing
into seeds
a bee
under the plum tree
welsh poppy
a plane just
few through the contrail
of another plane
dead bees
will never create a buzz
climate change
high tide
my one sided conversation
with the sea
the sea
way beyond the breadth
of my understanding
my letter said
if you were not so far away
we wouldn’t be so close
it all seems like a waste of time now
but it would be a pity to miss the end
sometimes
you meet yourself
daydreaming
may day
the dandelion paratrooper
hangs in a cobweb
placed the sprinkler
by the pussy cat
grasp the nettle
the sting in the tale being
is faith enough
two flies
on a tour of the garden
fennel sunshine