rough sea

a heaved breath

a sigh

so near and yet so far

so far and yet so near

 this way and that

the sea view demands our attention 

before the wind gull flys

 we dammed the stream 

then went in to sunday school

and prayed to the clock

 going nowhere 

we walk slowly

chatting 

 does it matter

that in the grand scheme of things

nothing matters

 that fly

yes yes yes

the spider’s got it

 migration 

a thought rests

momentarily 

 our ripples pass

to land on the other’s shore

mid-lake kiss

 morning

there is the sea

and here is the sea

 dry tears

seeding the barren fields

with memories 

 the shrivelled plums

showing the summer sunshine

their deep blue hearts

 my dry tears

poppy seeding the barren fields

with memory’s flowers

 jaunty butterfly

why do you fly far away

here is a flower

 first one

and then another

autumn

 from afar i write

may our shadows mingle

soon in this moonlight

 red admirals

drunk on over-ripe figs

this endless summer

 infant school

ice cream in lemonade

Vesuvius

 nanna james 

a sweet spoonful of memories

condensed milk 

 slowly it is poured

over slices of sunday 

evaporated milk 

 chaff

off the chapping fields

endless sunshine

 making chutney

mmmmmmmm

the smell 

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

 there is nothing

shall i replace it

 open doors

a coolio summer 

saunters through 

photon by photon

night disentangles itself

from daylight 

that disentangles itself

from darkness 

 late august 

leaves in the potholes

of summer

 spider descending 

down the longest of threads

what faith you have

 new exercises 

under the fig tree

with the flies

 the waves danced

to the music of time

the tides sang

the footfall stone

shining from the olden days

when you walked with me 

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

 morning sunlight

from unexpected angles

summer is passing

 my sorry apology 

to a blackbird sunbathing

sorry sorry 

 a sun sloe morning

when to wait is expected

of everything 

 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

 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

 a fly

is sawing the morning

to sleep

 in the rain

i become the rain

everywhere