Thought Gardening at Night

Walking Way Back When.

Did you ever really know?

The rabbits might have gone,

But landslide sentries are still here,

Squirrels few, a cock pheasant, a hen,

A slow swirlwind of memories,

And love.

Time out.

No heron-stalking, just flooded ground,

Massive water-flow, a soggy challenge,

Underfoot, and muddy dogs,

Cold, but contracted to be a survivor,

You too, with your thousand miles.

Did you ever really see?

The foxes, and rabbits, long gone,

The hollow I once saw an owlet,

Now over-grown,

Dead and brambly.

My life?

A scarred tree, another name,

A ghost squirrel moment,

Skittering across the cliff face,

Parental caution,

And a love, eternal, but nevertheless,

Dead, deaf, crippled.

Where did all the rabbits go?

 

 

Hibiscus late tonight, in the rain...... 

 

 How damned sexy are roses??

 

Love this but it's BRUTAL!

 

The trouble is that eventually, when I have posted "everything" that I think worth bothering with, and do break into the new start, and re-worked things that have been gathering dust in an old folder on my shelves for longer than I dare think.....that there are going to be times when I think...."Aah, that one fits in with my thinking/writing at the moment" or some such....

Hence there might be an odd one that has appeared before, so indulge me.......

Playing W Video

Are Ay En Dee Oh Em.

Don't look for a theme, apart from the "me" one, as I am still, oh, you know, I've only said it a few times now....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's it for now.

Slowly but surely getting closer, but the joy is in the journey surely.............?

Happy Yorkshire Day one and all...... 

Keep It Simple Stupid

 Hmmmm.....

What critter makes a grass-seed nest like this? Nobody has come up with an answer as yet, including Google....

 Playing with a couple of lens extensions...not sure if I know what I'm doing, but what's new?

Cyclamen

 

Home.........well, sort of.......

Hmmm.......

Keep on, keeping on.


Decided that 50+ at a time was just silly, but still have to get it all out.............sorry, and thank you for your patience!

Hammering It.

Oh yus.

On a roll. Two posts, same night. What could possibly go wrong?

 
 Hmm.....


Buckle up cupcake, here we go..........

I know it's hard to tell, but both of the previous two are the same poem....Parts 1 & 2.

 

 

  

Every one, poet or not, or somewhere in between has met the Black Dog, even famously Winston Churchill..... Bit cliched then maybe? Maybe....

This building is now two floors......this was taken before they screwed it up, and was part of the old David Brown complex at Meltham Mills...

Another 50 something off the books, out into the wild.....

This is my catharsis, like just stopping caring what everyone thinks of me, because I know the truth, and they make their version(s) of me up.

Am aiming to clear the decks, open the blank page and bleed words, like NEW words onto it. It will happen, my brain hasn't given up yet.

While some of the above seem so personal, hardly any are "aimed" at real people, they were written in mad moments, and sometimes had elements of several "acquaintances" in them, or nearby.....

I was/am just a worrier who analysed every aspect, and still constantly got it wrong.

(Oh, and most have the word "The" in the title, as I sorted my folder alphabetically....not that many more to go now, honest....)

Maybe.

Which spectrum are you on?

No really.....


(Edited to crop some of the original scans. On reviewing them properly, I thought they were too small to read unless you clicked on them......)