This time I'm blotted

afraid of moving out of the dream
believing my body weightless
my community of dancers waved
a memory
energy bolting into tired obligations
i could autopilot the whole day
but the sun rises
outside my front door.

there is nothing to say about my hard luck
except that my body forgets
i am more clumsy with packages
the movements gripping
breathing staccato
i eat between phone calls
return to a jewel
this morning sky.

Substances under cover

lycra technology

between routine fingers

uncounted

single chances

through opaque lenses

slipping

token chances

these devils are laughing

with them.

Thoughtless

Picking up pieces of flaky pastry,
reminding and worthy
no fear,
Forgeting to cling to the usual props,
I stand
impoverished,
enough to create riches
in an ordinary way.
rich pastry.
Picking up pieces of life
light places
the autumn leaves
fragile and brittle.

Timelining
A new practice
beginning
timelining
paying attention
to detail
making
gathering
inventing

After the Shakuhachi Festival

Hi, Feruya (left), me (centre) and Bev (right).

After the shakuhachi festival, we went sightseeing. Feruya is one of the masters from Japan.

I was advised to practice my small notes, this is good advice for someone who is not so subtle at times!

fiona dawes

Fiona

Poetry, Autumn, Suburban, Scared.