a first little sample portfolio of pictures for A FOREST OF WORDS CONCERNING THE FOREST

 

#2283 -- a cat’s coughup for furball world

 

2283

7.90

1.iv.26

a cat’s coughup for furball world

 

days I’m hardly here squeak by

breathless

 

there’s a hole in my head

for circumambulance

 

one goes on with a wherewithal

with a whisk of whim

 

fond greetings

little sniff and tell

 

I make my own horizon here

 

we’ve all been tricked by time

 

#2282 -- on a roll

 

2282

7.89

31.iii.26

on a roll

 

it’s from nothing day comes

 

piece of the hill

a blue cone

 

even the dark is to be imagined

 

bucket almost empty yet

voice commands

 

a kit – some necessaries

grievance

 

cloud settle

and a close up star

 

same old problems of sky

messianic

 

just my way with the world

 

#2281 -- breeze is waking steps through spent grass

 

2281

7.88

30.iii.26

breeze is waking steps through spent grass

in the Botanical Gardens

 

a tree is only reaching

 

and that’s the why of up

 

we colour it will seeing

 

hoof it

summer to the shade

 

far fling of such

 

a few steps in the garden show

 

world’s turn for an illusion

 

there’s always a bit of sky

always a bloom of whiff

 

I make a midst of it

 

sending words

where they won’t want to go

#2280 - stairs run up me here

 

2280

7.87

29.iii.26

stairs run up me here

 

below the flower

 

there’s more of a story

in an old face

 

give money to a beggar

 

make a wish

#2279 -- the carnival splendour is leaving

 

2279

7.86

28.iii.26

the Carnival Splendour is leaving

pathetic fallacy

 

it’s like three cherries come up

it’s duty free we’re soaked in

 

there’s a water slide

a tug to the heads

 

all ashore

your better judgement not wanted on the voyage

 

past pinchgut and the carrier grey

 

they take the tide

 

boat with a drunken lope

 

they crowd the railings who desire foolishly to go

hither and yon

 

fled forms

 

the ferris wheel, jolly jaws

 

hip hip

and where are the streamers gone?

 

like it says on the side

‘choose fun’

#2278 -- clarity

 

2278

7.85

27.iii.26

clarity

for the Gore Cove Track Series

 

there is the blue of it

lit with our going, coming

our standing just here

 

a day as if carved from

ant hollowed

 

what was burnt and what will

shadows fixing, cloud flit

 

least crevice a mudspark

 

passage of a sun to task

 

cloud no shade

 

tussle of furl-down roots

 

the knowing of turns and next

 

stone where the foot has worn a way

 

lain its thousand years

 

and still under the blue of it all

 

steps down, up

and steps away

 

only the voice of the stream