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.