Every garden has a song,
a song beyond all words.
sit in silence there to hear
cheeps from distant birds.
Every garden has its silence,
special to that place
stand beneath the maple tree,
gaze up the crown’s wide space.
Every garden’s part of all,
linked through heart of earth
stand in one, you ‘re inside all,
your spirit takes new birth,
Every garden can’t but sing,
green has such great charm,
finds lost Eden,long ago
And Eve fills Adam’s arms.
I can’t get married because I have an irritable boundary.
I also have newly mowed arthritis.
My eyes are cross mostly.
I have severe chronic metal fatigue.
I can’t spell eether.
Don’t propose rudeness as I have an irritable reaching after tact.
If I am engaged please go next door and make free with any one you fancy.
I have had panic ,manic and antibiotic attacks.
The doctor said I had new mown hay here ahaaaaa last week.Men!
My boundary is a of a new type… it’s armed and has a elastic aerodrome on a string.
If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
How my heart sings 