first tries

WALKING THE DOG

He brought my dog back,
so i thanked him,
scruffy little thing, cocky
as the three crows standing there
tormenting Pete.
Wanted to know how come
he wasn't at school,
seeing as he only came up to my chin.
'Me mums in natural labour,'
without turning a hair, or missing
a beat.
Though i took a step
backwards.
'Blimey,' I said, and continued
the conversation.
Turns out he's well acquainted
with the requirements
of a future sibling,
being one of eight.
His life's not the same as mine,
I thought..We 'cheerio'd'
each other, at the park gate.

Moving in time

It happens like that, yesterdays popping up like mushrooms on damp grass.
Cherry

walking the dog

He brought my dog back, so i thanked him, scruffy little thing, cocky as the three crows standing there tormenting Pete.

the sounds of music

notes tumble and slide like waterfalls in their youth. it is the sound of calling, back, to the knowledge of milleniums.

Living like falling

so short you should read it
Cherry

Laundry woman

a snapshot of my day.

journey on a bus

Buses and trains always make me want to say something , and this existentialist thought process is continually plaguing my down time.

how?

How careless have I been? To lose so many, though not all at once. I would expect scars to remain at least shadows of their pain. Did i cry, mummy, when i first encountered loss?
Cherry

I find Keats in Rome

For you are here, and everywhere where like- minded spirits read your words.(breathe them, eat them)

I'm not selling

And during daylight hours, it is here all life explodes. This room, an expanse of light and space holds room for all our brood