Big rocks
Little rocks
White gravel
Grey pebbles
Green moss
Earth wall
Seeing nothing
Mind closed
(Look again)
People chatter
Dappled sunshine
Gentle patterns
Lovingly tended
Every day
Nothing seeing
Open mind
Endless, zen [o]
I feel the skies darkening
The tension builds, the clouds swirl
Suddenly it is all around me
Lttle rivers of mud appear at my feet
Is it the water or the wind
That cools my cheek?
An immense sadness and relief
floods my world
I cry as I remember the falling rain
When I am six [o]
Happy here, simply being
Yellow leaves, fluttering
Shining sun, day begins
Painted frame, birds sing
Yesterday’s clothes, rumpling
Simply here, happy being [o]
Undeniably beautiful
I am grateful for my waking moments
My hand obscures the light
As I write these words down
I rub my feet against each other
And settle down to sleep [o]
Ah yes, the great outdoors
Beckoning softly as my mind unravels,
Like a toilet roll bouncing
Down a gentle-sloping, grassy hill…
And the neighbours may have noticed,
If they look through my window…
Assuming its a window,
And not a taped-up photo of a rare sunny day
Of what life might be like if the sun was outside my window,
As seen through my window…
Or maybe my life is the window
And I’m looking through the world,
Wondering why the little pigeon is sat on the sill…
What a silly pigeon,
Sitting on a window sill,
Do you feel my pane… [o]
Sitting in the shade
And yet the prickly sweltering
Heat engulfs my skin I hear
A rustling in the trees beyond
The chirping of a bird, a child
Shouts with glee as the
Laughing buddha statue tilts while
Standing in the sun [o]
Given my track record
It is safe to say
That I shall be hungry
Next week [o]
I’m not worried about the spiders.
It’s the spider-eating, shark-riding, snake-charming, kangaroo-fighting crocodiles…
…that keep me up at night [o]
Technically, it was…
A pair of misbehaving new socks…
A new pair of misbehaving socks…
A misbehaving pair of new socks…
A new misbehaving pair of socks…
Anyway, the socks sucked!
So I shall make a fresh attempt this evening
With fresh socks [o]
dokieo 