Not a physical structure today

But awareness of a lack of mental
contemplating myriad unfinished projects
seeing them become unwieldy

Suffering in silence?

Invisible, the internal structure of a cheap and apparently cheerful pint glass
until it stands empty, in sunshine
wavering striped shadows revealing unimagined stress

posting stuff on Flickr

A retrospective, structural observation
from a 'Stromness, Orkney, wood and stone' tagged photo set
to which I’ve added the description
“Gates and fence-posts, barbed wire and baler twine”

On looking at photo album from the nineteen-seventies

No recollection of how it then felt
to be new mother of one, then two, then three
nor knowledge that I’d one day be older
than the parents, grandparents pictured therein.

To say nothing of the state of the kitchen floor!

Sun at front and, reflected, from the back
and making pinnacles of crumbs
left on the breadboard

A minor pondering

very large petrol mower
very small triangular lawn
then I realise he’s a hireling

Taking tablecloths off the line

Corner to corner
turn and again
shaking to snap into shape
no need to iron.

Spring, the sweet spring

A less welcome sign of warmer weather

light-catching ever-moving cloud of little midgy things

above the drainpipe soak

Another one!

This time a shiny sporty scarlet Volvo
‘X1 WAG’
I muse amused upon the myriad possibilities.

Question on creativity

EA51 ART
A number plate on an extremely grimy car
Easy art
and I wondered when did ‘easy’ become more attractive than ‘achievement’?

Returning from the gym

Sun catching ivy on tree trunks turns it to chain-mail
them into well-armoured sentries
flanking a naked brown spy

On my way to buy a morning paper #36

Early morning shadows
of tree trunks and lamp-posts
barcode the road

On the windowsill

Fifteen triple A cylinders
empty and useless, power devoured
From now on they’re rechargeable
change of diet for a mouse

From the back window

Thirteen bigger-than-sparrows 
finial silhouettes on the top-most twigs
of a distant poplar tree.

??!!

Off topic this but I've just received
a Mother's Day card with a warning:
"not suitable for children  under 36 months"

Twenty past four

Single white line
on black circular clock-face
when the blackbird begins to sing

Sky still

Wipe-clean white-board pale-grey
solid stillness, blank

third morning in a row

makes it hard to believe the sun does still exist.

On my way to buy a morning paper #35

Small tree, branches thickly wrapt
‘Angel wing’ à la Farrow and Ball
luminous, luxury blossom.

On my way to buy a morning paper #34

Not knowingly grumpy I nevertheless inwardly complained
at the shutters, carriage lamps and faux lead-lighted windows
on irredeemably mid-nineteen-seventies houses.

From the kitchen window

Overnight dew makes vivid green brown stripes

of stack of hawthorn branches

cut ends a glowing, painful cream

On opening the curtains

Etched and black-inked scribbled verticals

of hawthorn hedge

against the white-dewed field

On my way to buy a morning paper #33

Staggered houses

angled roofs

shadow-joined

Rooftop

Solar panels
face-down playing cards
a game of patience
silently awaiting pay-off

Another circle

Last night the full round moon
only a little higher in the sky
that the rising sun last Thursday
its features those of a family member
temporarily blurred by drink

Shelved CDs above my desk

Classical vertical
a pain in the neck to read
the rest horizontal
titles quick-legible
but a fingertip fight to extract

On my way to buy a morning paper #32

Solid rectangles of wheelie bins
ambush-hid behind the hawthorn hedges
gun-toting cowboys and Red Indians

Stockton river side

Sharp-edged and crisply red the buildings
face the morning sun
behind, the shadowed citizens
grey-blurred and un-made-over.

A14/A1(M) north

Viewing the world for five hours
 through the spray-greyed windscreen
one begins to believe it’s near-monochrome
central-perspective composed

Seventeenth century blacksmith’s cottage

Foot-square, front to back across the ceiling
bevelled-edge and cracked in several places
right-angled ones much smaller
marked with a multiplicity of oval-headed nails
and creak at footsteps overhead.

At the hairdressers

Ever-diminishing
ever-reflective
fancy-framed rectangles
eau-de-nil walls

Theme for March

Sun confirms my half-decided theme of shape or structure
by appearing through the hawthorn
a perfect fiery circle