frozen shoulder, no 30

inperceptible,
agony,
resisting,
time precious,
keep going,
-
okay
to press
pause

becoming a red cherry, no 29

sanguineus
rubens
rubicundus
rufescens
rufus
russatus
rutilans
sanguineus

recycle, no 28

"Keep calm",
edit those feelings,
use the delete button.

Fund in the recycle bin;
option to be restored.

life cycle, no 27

Red and black,
taken flight,
tissue paper
agility-fragility,
a newcomer
so present
now lifeless.

living room frog, no 26

A small green mass
in my living room.
I take it out and
place it into water,
legs flailing

bee, no 25

a small yellow and black body,
smashes against invisible glass,
no language to tell you to watch
for a hidden enemy

valley, no 24

a deep incision in the earth,
so shockingly beautiful,
my breath is taken from me

brother, no 23

together for two days,
spiky
bits,
and
a variation
of light
and
grassy
lusciousness
beneath us

light shadow, no 22

mirrorlike
illumination
a
minute
of
radiance
eclipsed
by
duskiness

starlings, no 21

Little hooded creatures,
moving around in gangs,
an organised group of
pickpockets,
regulated by a collective code;
incoherant to outsiders.

fly trap, no 20

Wildy flying from room
too room.
A thrum
in my ear.
A collision
with
a window.
No understanding
of layout
and
what is house?

daughtermother, no 19

your arm linked with mine, wandering, taking in the foliage,
a daughter and mother

18th June, no 18

hands intertwined,
a new life,
anticipation
of a journey,
a discovery,
touched by
loving
intimacy

wayside flower, no 17

So gutsy, it shouts out "come drink my
bittersweet presence,
imbibe my flame fronds".

pain, no 16

Gnawing pain, sapping energy,
leaving edges frayed
and
unmanageable.

field, no 15

luscious lip stick, candy floss,
cottony marshmallows,
some little girls dream colour

new life, no 14

preserved,
embryonic
black seeds,
awaiting harvest

blackbird, no 13

It's insistant, unrelenting, almost arrogant,
so pleased with itself.
A commanding display,
which demands an audience
and certainly a round of applause.

tomorrow is another day, no 12

tiredness, nothing much matters,
seeing is hard work,
small things pass by, unnoticed

farewell to mum, no 11

I am transported back to
a time of innocence,
and
the heart break of being left
for the first time.

street, no 10

just breathing,
just footsteps,
nothing
but
silence

guardian angel, no 9

a guardian angel sits by the bed
it has large eyes, whiskers and
demands breakfast at sunrise

family games, no 8

never given a warning in this family if its a yellow or red card

no 7

Sort of inside out,
can't possibly fly,
but they do.

Sort of like bats,
swooping and turning
on a pin.

hills, no 6

undulating, undulations,
green, greener,
stroke, stroking

no 5

4.00 am alarm call,
they must have built
in alarm clocks in their
wings

life green, no 4

a garden with many greens,
not enough names for these greens,
a name for green
life green

alone, no 3

alone - sounds are brighter
and a rhythm returns to life

arrival, no 2

floating above a tree in a perfect line three -
black - cloaked beings,
seemless as they touch down
on the run way

tired, no 1

luxuriating in limp limbs,
a sinking weighty body,
slipping into reverie

a new month

The month of June is upon us, I have decided this month will be full of random micro moments in time. A little here a little there, just following where life takes me. Keep in touch, Ann 

static, no 31

A tipping point,
words become static,
someone has turned
my receiver off.

silence, no 30

Basking in the sound of silence,
a day to just listen to sound.

Columba palumbus palumbus, no 29

A predictable call, day after day.
Are you worn down 
by the repetition?

easy chatter, no 28

the walls relish the
strokes of a chorus
of utterances

wind, no 27

A cool whisper
takes posession.
Tentacles spin
me round,
in an an airy waltz.

no 26

The birds have little umbrellas and are sheltering,
raindrops pulsate as they tap dance over greenery

colour sound, no 25

A red flower revealed itself
with a whisper.
A white flower said hush.

Peaches, no 24

I miss you. You say my name is Peaches.
You are there, carrying on the fight.

father, no 23

I listen to music without crying.

Its been seven months.

exchange, no 22

The wind is hassling the leaves today.
The leaves are talking back, they are
not going to take being pushed around.

touched, no 21

Someone is singing.
A breathing space to melt into the taste of life.

head space, no 20

A cacophony of
contradictory voices.
A rumble of
questions and answers.

Time to tune into
another frequency.

words the wrong way round, no 19

Rubbing each other up the wrong way. Getting trapped in words.
Misreading the signals.

We agree to rewind time.
To explore the possibility
of
velvety words.

no 18

A still day - no speech - just thoughts and a meandering of time...

no 17

She is crying. I listen and feel helpless..
She is talking
and time heals.

pencil soundscape, no 16

The pencil exudes a charged soundscape,
as it roughs up the paper it strides over.

rude awakening, no 15

A voice pierces a sun induced micro sleep.
Sound of displeasure, trimmed with sarcasm.
My reverie is punctured by hard edges.

no 14, comfortable

a meeting of friends,
we talk, I listen,
I listen, they talk,
effortless comfort

no 13, Formicidae

A congregation of ants,
intersect for a seminar
on ant social psychology.