. tudor .

it seems that in moving the body we can free the mind, from one place to another. slightly out of focus.

 

time is moving forward.

that is the theory……

 

photo challenge

 

 

. so you wish a photo .

of my friend.

 

i hope i can find it.

 

sbm.

 

 

photo challenge

.ev·a·nes·cent [evəˈnes(ə)nt] adjective Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.

riding my bicycle

round the room,

i see these things,

items.

 

i will forget

in time.

 

sbm.

 

weekly photo challenge

.. llanerchaeron..

heritage-

 

it is a pretty place.

 

sbm.

 

photo challenge – heritage

 

. reflect. the counting .

he kindness that is.                                             glass reflecting.   slowly it starts.   maybe we need to check our numbers?

daily post – reflecting

 

 

 

. during the day .

bloody danger everywhere. here. there. words look the same.

dots abound. he followed the road, fell from the sky. the thing

was heavy.

 

during the day the bus burned up the road.

 

the nails are sharp, we can split our fingers.

 

be very cared for my dears.

 

sbm.

 

photo challenge – danger

 

sbm.

..wander, not using the word lust ..

we search, to wander, hoping not for repetition, hoping to find little journeys             &

to cut, copy and paste.an interview.

 

there is  a need to pace about, wave the paper, move the arms.            need to pause and       counter act. if this  thing                                                                                will work.   maybe moving eliminates the standing …

 

she said hello, smiled.                                                        i smiled back with no regret.     the books are left tied tightly.     woke up to see the shy pink. clouds.           we stood together working pushing rags through to make things neater.

 

then                            leave it.   out into the only world you know.   anxiety       comes with           the unfamiliar.

 

into town while your back hurts edging into breaking.          meet the one who instigates recycling for its sake and others.

 

how to say it, that the mind wanders,                                          that filth detracts from the everyday.

 

we wander through where the fence should be,                             not minding the delay. you see

 

we left early to visit clear pools of water, the mountain sloped. here we              ambled

among sheep. watched the bug glide the water, sucked down the fish leap.     storm past.

 

i have said it before.

we are older now.

 

sbm.

 

daily post- wander****