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and somedays it seems
i bleed hot tears and my heart
weeps unspeaking dreams

Feeling inspired

Wandering somewhat aimessly through dreamtime, I meet my long-dead maternal grandfather, looking spry and in his middle years.
We chat about my memory of him as a bowler-hatted city-gent when I was a child - 'ah, I was much older then' he explains.
We see, exhibited on the wall of a gallery, tiles (fridge-magnets?), inscribed with individual words. These few things are all that really matters we agree - truth, beauty, love...
I wake and spend a happy hour or two planning the artwork :-)

My Wednesday

We walked the rope-labyrinth today
in the yellow-sun
needle-sharp rain

I was listening to 'Beloved'
on the radio
and mindfully litter-picking

Her tender paws were glad
of the sweet soft grass
as she ran
to and fro

And the world turned...

Thought for the day...

Musings whilst clearing rubbish from the strandline in the ten minutes before the next high tide:
"the human spirit is indestructible; so is polystyrene packaging..."

Already

Long in my mind's eye
rosy-fingered evenings stretch
across a June sky

Saturday morning

Slicked-back rain-wet coaltit on my birdfeeder...loving the 'teddyboy' look...

So...6. neighbours

we talked walking art
transgender issues, floods and
cabbages and kings..