15 Second: It Feels Like Spring in July

15 Second Poem


It Feels  Like Spring in July

Write a bill and a half
weed spinach, cauliflower
and salad leafs
pick through nickers
throw it incarnate thoughts
as the wind and clouds
play chase
over the tower
I give thanks
and affirm
my able.

© theflautingharper

  https://youtu.be/u8RhvGPA3R0

15 Seconds: The Mayor's Walk

Walking guide dog Yeltsin in the mucky afternoon damp we call summer over the Mayor's Walk:

A spit a spat
big dog splat
foot here
foot there
forward
around the sphere
summer shimmers
through greys
on flowering bushes
circle, go
see, spot
give time to thought
then
let go.

The 15 video can be seen at:

The Mayor's Walk: https://youtu.be/8lwEitvKcj4

Today

'Your past is just a story. And once you realise this, it has no power over you.'

Today I say
today
today is the day
I say
today
to do today
today
is to do the day
like the day
deserves to be done
to be today
I say
present today
strong today
here today
to be
today

All starts with a wish

Wish First 

Music, words, the walk, the hands...

Admitted status: 'work in progress' 

From Cafe to Bar Tabac Satie 

love writing him 

his pace, walk, voices

Tarmac turns blackthorn blossom speckled green 

Underfoot the next dream 

Body: Health on seeing calves in a slaughter truck

(Hum to: Come All Ye Maidens Young and Fair...)

Meat it is a precious thing
and meat brings all things to my mind
meat with all it flavours
along with all its joys
meat brings all things to my mind.

Babies really
right, wrong,
snouts too small
wry words
cliches
stop my feet

Responsible
ownership
crates or not
I'll own my own
do my do
to own what I do
do what I own
see that:

Meat it is a precious thing
and meat brings all things to my mind
meat with all its flavours
along with all its joys
meat brings all things to my mind.

Home: Kitchen: Recipe Aubergine (Puree) Memories

a lemon is better, garlic crushed
nicer

Broad nails, sturdy hair

steady, solid, grounded.

Earth fragrant he cooks

cause I didn’t learn yet.

Patlıcan poor man’s meat

carrier of garlic and spices

mild, pale, flesh vessel

which when unsure,

sprinkled with salt draws

clear drops of unhindered

bitterness, anger

frustration.

Patlıcan is a love affair

the curve of a wrist

the sure supple

knife flick, slice

the boiling kettle

when coloured and soft

the oven

heating the room.

I: top, tail,

half, drizzle oil

in oven

wait…

chop garlic

mix olive oil

vinegar

salt

pepper, stir.

A lemon is better,

garlic crushed: nicer.

when coloured and soft

separate the skin

mix the flesh into: dressing

mix

crush for chunks

chop garlic

whizz for silk

Annem

I watched her

he smiles a line in his cheek

and it tastes

of Istanbul

not the nomad

not the stories:

of goats, sheep,

nights under stars

it tastes

good and alive

of travel

my kitchen

home.

my kitchen
home.

For Chloe: Memory wisdom

Don't really want to talk
not about that
last attempt
it's a thing

To have
the memory
the late afternoon sun

hitting the pavement

The walls
dinner kept
time spend, talking, dreaming:
too late

Are we meeting 

learning 

again from within?

It was too short 

for being that is.

Don't really want to talk
not about my mouth
it's a thing

the blessing
the curse
the late night whisper

hiding within

The soft flesh
the bite
my days being Dutch
teeth

Am I losing
rounding
rotting from within?

It looks too short
for wisdom that is

Rest in peace
I'll be thinking of you