Cats in Blythburgh,Suffolk 1995 by Katherine
Would you think having to take a lot of medication would be a big weight on your mind? I mean huge
I used to do,but now I have found by studying the literature that nearly everything I take can be taken at night,including mini aspirins and thyroxine. And for some reason I feel better when I wake up and only have to take one pill.
Some acquaintances grumble they have to take one pill a day.
Some moan about having to wear glasses.
I’d wear jugs if I could see a bit better.Even if I had a white stick I’d probably sit down for coffee next to someone who was moaning about needing reading glasses
.Most people don’t seem to pay attention to the person they are talking to
The strange thing about losing a lot of vision is that it seems like a mini version of dying.Because seeing is part of the identity of most of us.Alas some are born with poor or no vision.
When you can’t see well it feels you have lost your actual self.You start to put your hands out to feel your way.You can’t judge the depth of steps so you can’t walk naturally,you need a stick to measure and then care to put your foot in the right place.
Your house has stuff on the floor because you walk into the coffee table or the desk and knock things off so much.
Yet, disorder is the source of creativity but it might not be the sort you want ——-like having wild animals moving into the extension,trees growing in the corner of the room and blackberry bushes in the kitchen. Willow trees by the bed where I keep losing aspirins.That is Nature
So who needs a boyfriend?
Well, if they like picking up paper off the floor or hoovering the corners of the rooms take them in and love them.Because everyone is blind in bed.
“Researchers involved in the study have found that sibling rivalry is often filled with psychological and physical aggression, which can traumatize children, leading to higher instances of depression, anxiety, and anger later in life.
In fact, sibling aggression may be more damaging than bullying.
The study was commissioned by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the Department of Justice Office of Juvenile Justice and Delinquency Prevention.
During the study, researchers found that 32 percent of the children who were surveyed suffered aggressive behavior from siblings that caused them distress and anxiety. According to the lead author of the study, Corinna Jenkins Tucker, this should be treated just as seriously as peer bullying.
According to clinical psychologist Dr. John Caffaro, sibling violence is the most common form of family violence, occurring far more frequently than parental or spousal abuse.
Some studies have estimated that nearly half of all children with siblings have suffered physical violence such as bites, kicks, and punches, while nearly 15 percent of those have been attacked repeatedly.
Even severe incidents are rarely reported because families dismiss them as horseplay.”
How about a broken finger?
Copyright P. Limbrey
I would be terrified but it must have been a thrill
“I have to declare an interest and say that my favourite poem about the British countryside, “Adlestrop” by Edward Thomas, lies outside the shortlist and the anthology; but what we present here, and what is in the book, show a wide range of styles from the classical formality of Alexander Pope to the sprung rhythm of Gerald Manley Hopkins, all of which essentially propose the same thing: that the natural world and rural life in Britain have a special claim upon our souls.
The Quiet Life
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breath his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixt; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.”
Whitby by Katherine
Oh,ram it all.I’m going to the gods
You are a shallow pool.
I say, are you wavy?
I’m disused today
I’ve been trying to drop a hint all day.Will I ever learn?
She hinted so much, she told the old story
He kept nudging me with th gun in his pocket
He winked before he died ;he had seen God,he looked funny.
Hints mean different things to different vultures
I believe in being straight forward: Ducks cough
He vaguely hinted at marriage until I asked him what axioms he was deriving his notions from.Then he ran off with a nurse from China.Do you blame him? I don’t as I find myself really irritating.
I did get married, mainly out of politeness\
He was very good at Chess.He even managed to teach me.I hate games
I think drafts is too easy, that sounds wrong.
Snakes and ladders, oh,my bladder
He dropped a clanger as he met the guests
He said he hated talking with no aim
Alas, he is the local village pest
His wife was in the oven,taking rest
Do not think that woman is to blame
He dropped a clanger as he met the guests
His wife rubbed oil of olbas on her chest
It’s not a perfume but some men like to play
Married to the erudite, God bless
Their son let off three bangers he had kept
Then a Catherine wheel whirled with no shame
Dad felt his old anger at the guests
He built a false self which was so adept
He won a prize for coolness and disdain
Before he was the famous village pest
He had voted that the guests should all remain
They could never leave nor give him pain
He dropped a clanger from his mind distressed
He said, good grief, I ‘ll sue you,I’m harassed