C.C.

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Sunday, September 24, 2023

I try and wash the front room carpet twice a year. The machine has become clogged up/ I have spent time trying to unclog it. My brother said wear gloves and a mask. I don’t think it is that dangerous. After another effort this morning. He said, buy a new one. Some solutions are so simple. Thank you... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 23, 2023

Now I am becoming frail I can hardly start to tell this tale. Well, I have forgotten, was it true I have forgotten, not a clue No, that’s rubbish; begin again Spare yourself a little pain. Well, I would like to sleep awhile And then wake up and feel agile. No, finish this and simply say I wiped it... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 18, 2023

Archie has to go back to the Hospital tomorrow. He is rather laid back. He said to me. 'My symptoms are the same as someone I worked with.' 'How is he?' I asked. 'He died,' was his reply. Perhaps he is dealing with it in his own way. He does not seem too bad Physically, but his wife is worried as is... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 10, 2023

Red Apple. Every Boxing Day, Jimmy planted a row of seeds outside his back cottage door. He planted two seeds together, a broad bean and a pea. His garden was made up of black fertile soil; the brazen odd weed was sure to get its comeuppance eventually. Jimmy performed each task methodically. He... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 23, 2023

Sensations Rummaging through the tattered rag bag of my acquisitions I found this vest. it smelled of salt and little fish. There was one golden hair curled tightly. A box of tissues. This Scent sniffed nighty over issues of conversation, it remains a little source of torment. One rogue flower, a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 20, 2023

Dandelion I watch the Sun slide up the barren vale This is my life the seasons rob me of. There is a certain sadness in my tale. I have never felt the meaning of true love A dandelion grows bravely in this soil I take a stalk and hold it high, and blow Seeds float in freedom for a while. I wonder... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 17, 2023

Mothers Day, Please let me tell you quite gently. When you are young, you have beauty. It will not last; you may then feel you do not need this same appeal. Eventually, small lines will form. And then you will look sweet and warm. In time you will mature and be. Quite interesting, and so you see.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 11, 2023

The poet A lady said my husband, Fred. It is strange, but now I know it. I glance at his old sleepy head. He thinks he is a poet. Once, he was so slim and bright We loved to cuddle. It was nice I think somehow he saw the light. Everything has got a price. ‘Fred I whispered, feel my brow I would hold... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Water Vole. I feel something, and I live with things that are willowy if you disregard the stumps that cover the ground in shapes that are not round or shaped like an evening star. The big stream runs, waiting for the sluice gate to open to the water that whispers. ‘It’s late.’ I gather my memories... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 4, 2023

Josie I would be loved just as this wish demands You would take me, so how other can I be Lips to my throat, your carefree hands feel my body almost carelessly. To this time, there is an end no sweeter Although I know, I feel you only as a whisper and you will break into filaments should I stir I... Sign in to see full entry.

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