Found Art

The creative part of me is always on the look out for materials if not for me, maybe to hand on to my son, I pick this up to day, at the time not-really thinking of the connotations. Then at home randomly laid the toy on 
a folder for photographing, this is the result, 
I was surprised how much it reflected my present journey      

I've been there and back

To the limit 

As I push on out 

the whizz of rubber

the flapping of cloth 

warming of muscle 

inflating lungs 

just bumblebee exceleration

to clear the hemmed in fog

cycling to freedom

desperate measures to 

slow the mind 

thats stuck on spin

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Yes it did work     

POISONED ?

To achieve the in possible 

I needed a glass, 

my old favorite drinking glass,

it had to be drunk,

one litre of laxative in a hour 

followed by half a litre of water.

all repeated four hours later

all on top of the three day strict diet.

further details I need not go into,

the subsequent hospital visit  went well,

mission accomplished,

powered by dissociation

and pleasant  memories,  

Now the sad news,

fond memories of tasty tipples

associated with my favorite glass 

poisoned, wiped out gone, replaced with

YUCK.      

Was this the early influence of the Batman comics ?

  

Along way down

When the boys started to ride their bikes

many years ago a trip out took us to a 

local hill, on seeing the long steep decline

the boys renamed it Holy Shit Hill,

was this a early influence of 

The Batman comics on their lives.

The second picture is looking down the hill,

the last is looking back up.

Pictures taken last week on one of my

recent trips down memory lane.  

A walk in the park

After a relatively stress free meeting at the hospital
today we walked back to the bus stop on the A10,
byway of  a new root along the green buffer zone
at the side of the London North Circular
and Pymme's Brook. 

Post-Traumatic Growth,

Hold on Tight

Now I'm starting to ride the wave of positive energies 

around me, harness and embrace with vigor 

the people that oozes fun and humor,

As the healing sun starts thawing the cramps of winter,

the shock of cancer slips to the side,

eased by the favorable results of scans and x-rays

now I'm in surgeons hands, 

Mud and negativity must be left behind,

bundled with winter, and dumped  

on the corner in the municipal bin,