Here we go again… WP why me?

Well here we go again

my comments disappearing

or if a first one seen a second

may not be, as if I’m not caring,

devoid of touch and feeling, you

know that’s not true don’t you,

or maybe you’ve said screw you,

you know I wouldn’t blame you

and yes I’m smiling, don’t take me

seriously, you don’t do you, I’m

English, we don’t do feelings, do we?


WordPress, why spam me?

Yet Then Again

Looking back, he’ll admit
idyllic days he hasn’t lived,
close to, let filter through,
an image, an hour or two,
strolling, easy words between,
hands held, his recall, the sun
out too, yet then again it may have
rained, he didn’t catch her name.


Looking back, she reflects
that day, not of her best,
her recall, he wanted more,
yet all he did was hold her hand,
that sudden shower didn’t help,
her thin dress, transparent view,
his eyes, she remembers now,
averted, yet then again she ran.

Bits of me in Tweets

He came up from Devon at 18, blushed easy, shared a house in Windsor with a French woman and a man with religious ways, had his first curry before his first girl, a little late to spice up his life, yet had the sense not to on the same day, he smiles, looking back at 68. #vss365 writing prompt ‘spice’ @EDC_Writing 1st March’21


He’d the kind of mind that recalled fragments, words if read or wrote he’d know. As with writing, as with his science, it was the idea, the proof of concept that mattered, the live recall, the show and tell, it’s ever shifting balance, the story telling all. #vss365 writing prompt ‘proof’ @EDC_Writing 5th March’21


I’ve long fallen, as inexplicable as it may seem
the feeling is incredible, a once in a lifetime thing
I see you in my mind, long flowing hair, beyond
mesmerising curves, eyes search deep, find love
reality, the two of us, more than lust and passion
more than fun and games, two conjoined by souls.