i did not know there was theme each month,

i must have missed it, and no one said,

too polite and kind i guess.

i shall carry on regardless

now the red rose had flowered

now it is june.

if i had a theme, it may be buttercups,

long stemmed. they will cut the verges

soon.

the yellow flags could have a title,

or blue bell woods would.

i did not get the piano...

i go without thinking

to click the water,

switch the kettle,

open the door,

log on here.

tea, and thinking

clicks in, continues the day,

even though,

i have given it all

away.

quite a few times now,

and it continues.

maybe you can stop it?

:: vending ::

i give the words away.

shall i pack the words. wee parcels, with cotton and lint tidied with red cotton, and maybe pinned.

shall i place my kiss inside, small, bleeding and wax,

or shall i use the fishing weights, and line.

shall i send this word to be issued by machine

on demand, a small fee and no recognition.

i gave the words away.

wrote them,

published them

shredded and pickled them,

and gave them away.

left in a niche.

yet, still they rattle,

and will always

be a part of me.

my words