Num-mum-bers

today is the last day of national poetry writing month. So I thought I would think about my blog – poetry has become part of my blog and hopefully, it will continue. Just don’t boo me off the stage quite yet! And no, I’m not being paid, this is purely my opinions.  Stats are numbers…

Plot

i have an allotment! I have no time, been confined to the house due to exhaustion, am drowning in clutter…all logic says I should hand it back BUT when did I ever do logic, sensible and planned?! Never. Yes, that’s right. So, I will slowly tame my plot, grow some serious veg and then, get…

I see the Finishing tape

its almost the end: The end of the month. The end of the (rhyming) line. The coda, Full stop.  Start again.  One more time. I’ve been quite hermetic, I’ve not written much. But I’m happy I’ve written what’s right. And I’ve put myself into my words, spilt my blood, Vented spleen, cried some tears, late…

Sketchy

I’m clawing my life back. Slowly, slowly. Not tipping over every time I stand up. All good. And some developments…technology upgrade being the first part. I now have a 128gb iPhone 6…the keyboard works! It sends texts! I can save 1,000’s of pictures! I have a cool phone sock! Yessss! My second bit of news…I’m…

Wake up : fall asleep

You guys know I have Parkinson’s, don’t you?! Well, I tend to act as if I don’t have what I believe is considered to be quite a serious condition. I’ve never really allowed myself to be stopped or slowed down too much. In fact I take on lots of projects and ideas just to push…

Physics and art: in memorium

The really weird thing is I can never remember The day you left us for good. When mum died the day was stamped in my memory I may as well write it in blood . But you, you with your quietness, you slipping away from your mind Where did you go? Or is the real…

blink

Sometimes when I can’t think  I shut my eyes and drink The darkness in Let it seep in to my poor raddled mind Sip it and soak in it Slide over the stains Of my day.  The lost opportunity  The wrong move The faint crackle of fear.  Let it soothe and calm me Cosset and…

thesauraus (aka: aka)

I cried today. it wasn’t bad nor was it good But I wasn’t sad. i was tired, bone weary, dipped, inert. exhausted, plain sleepy, wrung out, not alert. sonambulant, just dozy, fatigued and clapped out knackered and frazzled, my brain had checked out. if Inuit have zillions of words to mean ‘snow’ i wonder how…

She shoots she misses

i wrote a poem this week It was pretty good, if I should speak So, about my work. But I lost my notes Forgot my lines It’s gone I fear You’ll never hear My couplets, puns and rhymes aplenty I’m tell you, there were over twenty. So, no, today I start once more And try…

Nest (A present for La)

I went to the shop and I bought two birds  Partridges.   They will have a nest. Made for warmth, comfort and love. The nest will be the finest, the softest, the best  and eggs will hatch happily here  and chicks will chirp and probably burp But that we like that. A big noisy family in…