mlewisredford

calculated indefatigable and tentatively illimitable naïveté …

just

 

 

 

                                               just

                                   as the rock rolled to a stop
                                   the horsefly landed on it

                                               in the
                                               evening

                                   waiting for the storm
                                   a puff of air came in through the open window

 

 

 

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air & open & windows wormhole: the echo of / a small box
evening wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
passing wormhole: deeper
storm wormhole: through the window // it doesn’t matter

 

thinking wide enough

 

 

 

                OK

                making
some progress seeing just how pervasive and absorbing is
                this chatter
sitting or not sitting, makes no difference

                and

                Roshi’s comment
that we are all just perfect as we are
                just that
we could all do with a little improvement

                but

                having difficulty
amid all the cacophonous statement and Have
                to find
the voice to join the discussion I thought was there to have

                whether

                privately
or professionally, makes no difference but then
                maybe
I am just not thinking wide enough

 

 

 

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Have wormhole: we’re born // to die
letting go & thinking wormhole: whirlpool
life wormhole: cloud
settling & talking to myself wormhole: scattered
Shunryu Suzuki Roshi wormhole: Professionalism … in teaching
sitting wormhole: reversing the polarity
society wormhole: a known from without the unknown

 

scattered

 

 

 

                                              writing is finding
                                meaning in things
                as they are

                                              is seeing
                                the connection between things
                that springs them from inertia

                                              is wearing
                                the 3D glasses that see things
                stood out

                                              is the word
                                that qualifies things dynamic
                and seceded from obligation

                                              I am not plotted
                                and structural I am
                adventitious and glimpsing

                                              it is my living
                                sews together all the
                threads eventually

                                              therefore write
                                just write       and live
                not books not essays    just relaxedly

                                scattered

 

 

 

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being wormhole: rainbow
identity wormhole: a known from without the unknown
living & settling wormhole: breathe it all / in
meaning wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
naïveté wormhole: vagued
obligation wormhole: irretrievable / breakdown / of marriage
seeing wormhole: I could step / more open
talking to myself & time & writing wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger

 

the echo of / a small box

 

 

 

                                the echo of
                                a small box

                                through drops
                                down the window

                                to one side the
                                grey cloud to the

                                other the sunset
                                and the cold air

                                through the window
                                which won’t close properly

 

 

 

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air wormhole: cloud
clouds wormhole: a maturity
echo wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
grey wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
open wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
sunset wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
windows wormhole: oh-pen too

 

the long road

 

 

 

                                                      the long road

                           the bright sunlight splash
                           splsshd across the street perched

                           on telegraph poles
                           as cars ebbed down it

 

 

 

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birds wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
cars wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
roads & streets wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
sky wormhole: cloud
sound wormhole: deeper

 

a maturity

 

 

 

                                          it is the cowl
                                evinces the realisation in the
                                          mould of brow

                                          it already looks
                                in the direction of the green glove
                                          pointing beyond

                                          to the waves
                                of cloud above the skyline
                                          make his eyes

                                          blank when
                                he contemplates deeply and throws his
                                          shadow ogre-ly

                                          against a wall
                                the action then is succinct and
                                          sufficient

                                          to queer
                                the obstacle before it even reaches:
                                          a maturity

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
Batman wormhole: whirlpool
clouds wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
doing wormhole: extrapolates
eyes & Robin & shadow wormhole: capes flying
green wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
looking wormhole: rainbow
realisation wormhole: cloud
skyline wormhole: Batman#175

 

Jean Miller kissed Salinger

 

 

 

                                now let’s see
                those same leaves on the palm frond waving
                alternately like flippy fingers, same as this morning
                                have stopped
                                awhile

                                yes, and the
                light blue rough stucco wall dividing our terrace
                120 from 121 is lined cream coffee by the sun
                                twenty five
                                to nine and

                                the curtain
                by the open door hangs slightly billowing
                like the morning of the first dress of the summer
                                the day
                                I read

                that Jean Miller kissed Salinger in the taxi
                and continued after the sun dipped below the
                                cloudhorizon
                                suddenly

 

 

 

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blue & clouds wormhole: cloud
breeze & leaves wormhole: no hat
coffee wormhole: we’re born // to die
curtains wormhole: achieving good-enough living
doors wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
evening wormhole: deeper
horizon wormhole: Batman#175
morning & sun & time wormhole: corroboration
open wormhole: oh-pen too
reading wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
talking to myself wormhole: extrapolates
writing wormhole: sunny morning

 

corroboration

 

cropped-genesta-garden.jpg

 

 

                corroboration

                                arriving home
                                I took a photo
                                of the sun low
                                behind the oak
                                and found that
                                chimneys and
                                rooftops were
                                deeply pink and sandstone after all

 

genesta garden

 

 

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childhood & rooftops wormhole: cloud
chimney & morning & sun wormhole: sunny morning
garden & oak wormhole: ‘“ruddy crows!” / said my Dad …’
Genesta Road & work wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
home wormhole: quest in brown
pink wormhole: deeper
time wormhole: a known from without the unknown

 

a known from without the unknown

 

 

 

                                                             when you
                                                       even                         do not know –
                            can have an identity                               when you cannot know –
            can have a certainty and you                                    but also cannot
         of past and present and future                                      let it be known
      counterparts and doppelgängers                                     that you do not know
                       so that all your endless                               you have to state it is
 a known from without the unknown                         because you exist
                                                                         to ensure

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

circular poem wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision
identity wormhole: breathe it all / in
samsara wormhole: extrapolates
society wormhole: Batman#175
time wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love

 

cloud

 

 

 

                           cloud

                           out
                     into the car park
                     high in the town
                     high in the Weald
                     under a blue wide sky

                shadows from the lamp posts
                hang across the air and

                     looking past the roof
                     tops of the high street
                     I couldn’t see the
                     North Downs anymore

                like the childhood realisation
                that all adults have a job in life

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

air & realisation wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
blue wormhole: a cup of tea, gov
childhood & rooftops & sky wormhole: 1964
clouds wormhole: sunny morning
Crowborough wormhole: cold wind
life wormhole: tag cloud poem VII – form new freedom:
shadow wormhole: Bat-Shadow
streets wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
town wormhole: deeper

 

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