A watery playground

In the lazy dazzle

of a hazy autumnal sun,

 I watch the sea leap and dance,

 the waves a turbulent mass

of energy unleashed.

A jet skier climbs and cuts a swathe

Through the terre verte of this playground’s mighty swell.

All that‘s left of the lone windsurfer

glimpsed far out to sea earlier

is the Milk Tray Man sloshing with seal-like

wetsuit there across the car park –

 the wind  hastening him to his car.

A few bedraggled and windswept dog-walkers

look, with me, seawards across the sands.

Sands which are now bereft

of their tourist adornments.

I prefer them just plainly

beautiful.

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Encouraging

A little mop-top boy and an enthusiastic smile accompanied by more words than have been uttered in a year. As though a lightbulb has been switched on, Daniel is animated and suddenly like a pint-size factfile.

It’s the little things that can make your day!

An old boiler

£276 lighter (well not me) and it’s still kaput.

The man looks at me and says “Soooo… that didn’t work.”

I look back and we both look at the boiler, the boiler remains stubbornly silent.

No hiss of exasperation or puffing of steam to show that it has not expired.

It has.

Go on then!

The button is pressed and…

too late to change my mind –

the consequences a

forbidding shadow to

be overcome and just

embraced.  

Nervous yet excited

trepidation

mingle and fizz…yes!

Without Expectation

An unexpected

act of kindness,

softens my heart…

blurs the memories.

Looking Back

23.9.13

Looking through old certificates, mixed feelings!

SWS – Paperwork

22.9.13

Planning words but not for stones.

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