i have chosen the colour yellow to paint the conservatory walls. of course i need to remove the cobwebs first, but soon they will be clean and bright and so shall my disposition!
i know we need the winds and rain of march, if we want to grow. and i know that constant sunshine can lead to serious desiccation, and 'doing dust' is wearisome; both physically and spiritually.
getting the balance is, i guess, the formula for appreciating what we have in this life. and i should learn to count my blessings, because i have some wonderful friends and the family is really not that bad at all!
i love your poetry. this is made all the better by my being able to read you handwritten words. you have a knack for getting me thinking. this gem, has enabled me to get things here at 55, into perspective. life is too short. sunshine should not be still in the tin of the shelf, down at B&Q.
we should open our hearts and let it shine out of us.
actually, i have to go there shortly, to buy some replacement light bulbs as the bathroom is in semi darkness. i shall cogitate on this, as i plod through the rain drenched streets of pompey.
later: the sun came out yesterday. i have cleared the garden and washed the windows. sunshine is slowly re-entering this house!
At this site you can use a particular font code (right. you following me?) where the poem presents as a bunch of symbols, then the moment a person clicks into the comment section (a space. i am occupying. now. on your page) presumably to say well that's all very clever (and pretty) daniel barlow, but what about the poem- the poem poem, in whatever language you have written it, materializes.
As it relates to your journal. I think, definitely, the world is like that... questions, answers, things obscured, things revealing themselves.