plain and simple
hey symbolic metaphors
late night sleep

a bowl of your pretty little mind
a pair of red leaves fall
wine walking

this day is a week
you want good
not better

your cup now is September
how many I love have flown my kitchen
arranging a perfect child

I like to eat then, forgetting the ocean
a restlessness or
inhabiting quiet

some never talk again
and now to cut up a life
could I have chosen myself

An erasure poem adapted from this wonderful writing at tiny hearts (see below)

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Today I’m feeling:

Tired still, aching still but also with some inspiration to do something, though that may just end up being reading, playing guitar and watching videos as usual.

(Later) Indeed, that is how it turned out, with a little bit of chopping some of the Indian pencil tree down as it was getting out of control and sweeping the entertainment area.

Health:

Physical: 7
Mental: 7

Today I’m grateful for:

Not going on that bike ride today and getting another relaxing day in instead.

Also, to the kids next door who interrupted me when I was playing guitar and made me think not to be too serious. Random little interruptions are good to change pace sometimes.

The best thing about today was:

A big, sad skinny white cow came into our garden around lunch time and made itself at home under the shade of the trees and hung around for a few hours until the cowman came.

Whilst it was sat down, I gave it some rubs (not sure what gender it was), which hopefully transferred some goodness into its suffering body. My fingers were black afterwards.

Something I learned today?

Reading David Foster Wallace’s Consider The Lobster today told me way more than I needed to know about lobsters but also had me opening up Google Maps where I discovered that Rhode Island isn’t an island at all.

Review your acts, Good and bad.

One thing that I do is to fill up the toilet roll holder so that Amy doesn’t get caught out with it being empty.