Saturday, no 19

kettle boils, scent of coffee, red apples, whiteness of Greek yogurt,
time to breathe in a leisurely Saturday morning

repose, no 18

drifting aimlessly, the duvet as a sail,
seascape a bedroom window.
Reaching land around lunchtime.

memory, no 17

an insignificant metal object on the top shelf,
time reverses to the small drama's of a
five year old child

home? no 16

turn the key,
a sooty, muted moment....

sometimes the familar
evokes hostility

no 15

the creek of a floorboard,
same place, same time,
grafted onto my foot.
Curiously comforting

deserving of a Valentines treat, no 14

today is a sleep in day
time to languish
under cool sheets

hibernate and catch up
with imaginings

human dust, no 13

dust dust dust
the debris of humans
as they go about their
daily business

Saturday, no 12

Catch up,
relax,
no plans.

Just be

familiarity, no 11

Emerging from sleep,
first sip of coffee,
Desert Island Discs,
luxury.

A sudden thought.
I have become my mother.

shadow part, no 10

Today is a me and my shadow day.
Time, to get know my shadow,
a little more.

fragments, no 9

Mirror like triangles of light,
slice through a turn in a white wall

home? no 8

carried within,
neither walls or doors,
but a state of mind

old chair, no 7

a curved back, a patchwork of roses
adorned with an extravagant frill

something inherited.

crack, no 6

a crack in the ceiling,
following it's own course,
leaving a disorderly signature
in the milky whiteness

an inside out film, no 5

a window frames life through a series of meandering moving pictures

house map, no 4

protection, separation, corners, openings,
rooms, walls, stairs, floors and doors

luminescence of a light bulb, no 3

a captured glow worm
tricks my gaze 

daily demands, no 2

meow miaow mew miaou

a vociferous reminder;
its feeding time.
I submit to your bidding

February is home, feet, no 1

Thanks to my friend Fiona a writer and amazing blogger and to Kaspa, who enthused me enough to get involved in a river of stones blog, along with hundreds of other writers.

I have spent January, observing daily moments in time. Now it's February, I am continuing 31 moments in time with a theme each month. For this month, the theme will be home.

What is home, what makes a home, is it the familiar, coming back after a day at work, having that sense of being able to let go and be yourself, a place to think, generate ideas and feel safe, running up and down those same stairs every day, routines of feeding the cat, let me know what you think?


wet feet
chart a watery map
upon cool slate tiles

tea, no 31

Soak up the smell,
imbibe the hot juice
skimming the throat.

Hesitate for a while

stairs 2, no 30

these stairs fold over one another.

curling at ground level -
descending - ready for another day

luxuriating flies, no 29

Sun dipped brick wall,
flies at rest.
Sheltering under overhang
of the next cloud

inside the body, no 28

I heard that a man had a stroke.

I close my eyes and imagine being

body,

mind

& emotion 

trapped in skin

making off with thoughts on the stairs, no 27

i have run up and down these stairs twenty times today,
with each step thoughts travel in time

tango in words, no 26

fingers dance over the keyboard

flirting with the letters

and

romancing with the words

touch typing! no 25

I wrpe tjod dypmr eojypiy ;pplomh yp ftt rjdu ,ojjy kd[[tm

(I wrote this stone without looking to see what might happen)

tinnitus

a determined background hum,
a refusal to indulge in it's taunts

Growth, no 23

a little entangled
 off centre
sort of unruly
tendrils within reason.........

Unpicking, no 22

Unpicking threads.

Stabbing,
pulling,
plucking,
easing the cotton
and snapping the loose ends.

material of the world, no 21

over and over again
see something else
in the repetition

empty chair, no 20

A smell of presence,
a map of your body
in the creased cushion.

Portable presence, no 19

Carried around in my pocket
you fit snuggly.

But on occasions you fall through
a hole in the bottom.

At other times you stick out
at the top.

no 18

"You are 20 minutes late"

Shall I get angry,
frustrated,
feel let down,
disappointed,
or
unimportant?

Or shall I observe
this 20 minutes of space?

injesting the day, no 17

skin resembling blotting paper
soaking up the -
be there
do this
say yes
say no
the be responsible
have an opinion
the listening
the talking -
of life

no 16

She stands back looking at another woman's large bump.
Its as if she is viewing a work of art,
"i'm due on Monday"
she says.

A flurry of envy offers me a little burn

no 15, the capital

woke today
and hated captial letters;
bullies towering above
the others,
thinking they are so special
i abandon
capital letters today

repetition, no 14

It comes naturally
one foot raises -
the other balancing
and then down.
Today is not about
the getting there-ness
but savouring
each step-ness
of the journey

no 13

I told you about my idea,
you remind me of the pitfalls.

I want you to be on my side

no 12

A rush of ideas
time for a rummage
to handle
and rearrange the contents

no 11

The wind spun its way through the gardens
of suburban houses
playing at catching its tail

rotation, no 10

turbulance above
a large wood pigeon
with wings like a wind turbine

a name in my mouth, no 09

I ate Gibanica - a Serbian cheese pie,
the name melts in my mouth

damp, no 08

feet submerged in cool damp grass,
circulates life through the body

new, no 07

My body is bathed in sunshine,
new possibilities are on the horizon

emptiness, no 06

mind empty, energy low, time passes,
no words,
trying to accept lifes peaks and troughs

touch, no 05

i lie beneath the duvet
in that moment before fully awakening
your hand touches my face

cracks, no 04

a spider clings to the bath,
falling it begins another ascent.
After time fulfilling the task,
it disappears beneath the floorboards

skyward, no 3

a young girl stands alone in the street
her neck folds back as she looks skyward
other’s pass extending bird like
in an uncanny dance

unobserved, no 02

a familiar sound often unnoticed
reminds me of home

stepping back, no 01

a man with a small brown dog strides towards the shop
he pushes the door and steps back in disbelief
I watch from the window contemplating his next move