It looks and speaks just as a sonnet would

This poem is written in the sonnet form,
And yet I have my doubts about its shape
Though nearly to that structure it conforms
There may be holes where nightmare faces gape.

It looks and speaks just as a sonnet would
And talks of metaphysical concerns.
Do we conclude, as poets and readers should,
That in our schizoid age we cannot learn?

For humans may be decked in clothes of wolves;
And lambs be dressed in lion’s fearsome furs.
Thus, sense is tricked and problems are unsolved.
Landscapes etched, yet details seem quite blurred.

It looks like one,it feels like one,it speaks;
Yet from these words, does human feeling leak?

Wild geraniums

 Stepping through the door

I am assailed by perfume
Wild geraniums.

I ease these flowers
Out of  the    patio bed
For they cover sage.

They cover flowers-
Blue geranium and saxifrage
Rosemary  sprawls now

Lavender’s nearby.
Now  inside,  I hear singing.
Bird by the windows.

A robin came in,
Looking for my old man
I said,he’s not here.

Embodying soul
Sacramental  life in scents
Flowers are themselves.

How I’d like to lie
In the poppy-filled meadows
With my beloved.

Or splash through the ford
Near the open air display
Work of Henry Moore.

The topology
Of his sculptures moves my heart
Vast,holy, peaceful.

Massive like  unto God
They transform the soul and body
Into one being.

Then we are all one
With the sloping green meadows
And the wind bent trees.

Most of all,I know
Wildflowers are God’s darlings.
How he dwells in them.

Low,modest beauties
On the verge of the main road
See ,even here, smiles.

To lose one’s own self
To become a wild-flower
Grace will sanctify.

First, grow an ego
Then lose it in these green woods
Unselfconscious, Eve.

“Your hair looks nice”


I found a video I made 3 years ago  in which I tried to talk with my original Northern accent about two people I had met and  interacted with in the town.One was a man with whom I extemporised a mini play
I found it quite  amusing so I sent it to my sister thinking the story was  interesting
After about 3 hours she replied:
Your hair looks nice!

Work needed


It used to happen, and still happens, to me to take no pleasure in a work of art at the first sight of it, because it is too much for me; but if I suspect any merit in it, I try to get at it; and then I never fail to make the most gratifying discoveries, — to find new qualities in the work itself and new faculties in myself.

Beware the charmers, make friends with the dour

I didn’t know there was a second row
Those three dots  when clicked on give us more
Visual signs and symbols can be shown

With much help this website is endowed
If we know the  way to open doors
I didn’t know there was a second row

To all inventors let us give a bow
we like learning, yet  ego´s are  sore
Visual signs and symbols can be shown


I could not type nor space my words just so
And then  I learned my IQ´s sixty four
Je suis un moron  avec  digi-score


My mother was a virgin till she bore
Me, like Jesus Christ,  unstable,poor
He´ś my Saviour and I share his lore


Beware the charmers, make friends with the dour
Yet always stand up straight and  never cower
I didn’t know there was a second row
Visual signs and symbols can be shown


Tools for formatting poetry or other writing


This has information I did not know so is very useful not just for poetry but any writing

One example:

Indent or outdent your text

When creating a post, you can indent or outdent text, pushing it further to the right or left. It’s another way to play with formatting and space:

Don’t you love the dance of words on the page?

Click increase indent once to move your words forward

and twice to jump even further

and even more, into the future.

Or click Decrease indent to return to where you began

and stay calm in this place

for another quiet moment

if you prefer.

Leisure, the basis of culture



“Leisure lives on affirmation. It is not the same as the absence of activity … or even as an inner quiet. It is rather like the stillness in the conversation of lovers, which is fed by their oneness.”

“We get such a kick out of looking forward to pleasures and rushing ahead to meet them that we can’t slow down enough to enjoy them when they come,” Alan Watts observed in 1970, aptly declaring us “a civilization which suffers from chronic disappointment.” Two millennia earlier, Aristotle asserted“This is the main question, with what activity one’s leisure is filled.”

Today, in our culture of productivity-fetishism, we have succumbed to the tyrannical notion of “work/life balance” and have come to see the very notion of “leisure” not as essential to the human spirit but as self-indulgent luxury reserved for the privileged or deplorable idleness reserved for the lazy. And yet the most significant human achievements between Aristotle’s time and our own — our greatest art, the most enduring ideas of philosophy, the spark for every technological breakthrough — originated in leisure, in moments of unburdened contemplation, of absolute presence with the universe within one’s own mind and absolute attentiveness to life without, be it Galileo inventing modern timekeeping after watching a pendulum swing in a cathedral or Oliver Sacks illuminating music’s incredible effects on the mind while hiking in a Norwegian fjord.

So how did we end up so conflicted about cultivating a culture of leisure?

In 1948, only a year after the word “workaholic” was coined in Canada and a year before an American career counselor issued the first concentrated countercultural clarion call for rethinking work, the German philosopher Josef Pieper (May 4, 1904–November 6, 1997) penned Leisure, the Basis of Culture (public library) — a magnificent manifesto for reclaiming human dignity in a culture of compulsive workaholism, triply timely today, in an age when we have commodified our aliveness so much as to mistake making a living for having a life

What can we do about fear of aging?


Image by Katherine

While we are  alive  and mentally active we must make the most of it by being creative in some way
My sister took up art and sings in a wonderful choir



My sister  took up art in later life as did I,.
Art is very absorbing though I find it difficult being more used to words



As we get into middle or old age many of us are afraid.We retire and  have no hobbies. Housework and shopping are of  not enough,Having  a hobby  or serious interest takes our mind off  ourselves and  the bad news about dementia and  other problems,?But we are not helped by being afraid.Some of us have cancer.More are terrified of getting it.But do we want to waste what time we have torturing ourselves with fear? But some like my sister take up new hobbies and others take on voluntary work