31st January 2008

Leak sprung under sink,
Adds to my misery list
Of maintenance jobs.

30th January 2008

Two speeds: slow and stop.
My rehabilitation
Goes at its own pace.

29th January 2008

Reclaiming the park,
Walking impeded by foot,
And amourous hound.

28th January 2008

Crocuses push up,
The air sharp, smells of green-ness;
I suck in sunshine.

27th January 2008

Cup of 'knit-bone' tea,
Foot elevated, mind sunk,
Fit only to read.

26th January 2008

Greeting with cuddles,
Pickle and Nick look for love,
Enjoy being stroked.

25th January 2008

Full of emotions,
Love story on 'Woman's Hour',
Causes overflow.

24th January 2008

Feeling elderly,
My steps small as though feet bound,
The journey takes time.

23rd January 2008

Clean and fresh from bath,
Foot still in a large condom,
Feeling more human.

22nd January 2008

I lie on sofa,
A beautiful day outside,
Impatient to move.

21st January 2008

Warm January,
Tricks the garden into spring,
First shoots unfolding.

20th January 2008

Sparrows, pigeons, crow,
All eager to voice their views,
While I scatter seed.

19th January 2008

My nurse brings comfort;
My bones ache and shoulders tight
From long inaction.

18th January 2007

Angry at mess made,
Arms akimbo, Tony stands,
While I scrub rug clean.

17th January 2008

Body's lethargy,
Fixes me to the sofa,
With thrilling novel.

16th January 2008

Watching light travel,
I walk as far as kitchen,
Phone Australia.

15th January 2007

Remedies queue up,
To be sucked, swallowed or sipped,
In measured doses.

14th January 2008

No longer a pair,
My boots have separate lives;
One journeys downstairs.

13th January 2008

Yvonne brings flowers,
Sits with empathy and words
For inspiration.

12th January 2008

Light glimpsed from outside,
My bed become my prison,
Immobile, lonely.

11th January 2008

Life's most basic task,
Takes time, balance and effort,
I struggle, helpless.

10th January 2008

Stark mortality,
Of dead yellow flesh cut deep,
Sewn up like canvas.

9th January 2008

Alone with my toes,
Tender, as though my children,
I rub them with oil.

8th January 2008

The weather acts hard,
Urban skyline shows neglect,
Marsh unkempt, but mine.

7th January 2007

Making most of feet,
I savour trees, mud and wind,
Ground rising to boots.

6th January 2008

Promise of speed, but
Dexter's easy, cheap ticket,
Means time spent in queues.

5th January 2008

Sparklers in garden,
Brilliant moments of light
Illuminate us.

4th January 2008

Noble, erect bird,
Lies limp, evoking sadness;
Curious dogs sniff.

3rd January 2008

Kezzie walks with us,
Dogs play and fight like siblings,
Human hands grow cold.

2nd January 2008

Internal feeling,
Of pressure and lack of space,
Dissolves by canal.

1st January 2008

Ugly atmosphere,
Of collective unconscious,
The morning after.