mlewisredford

calculated indefatigable and tentatively illimitable naïveté …

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

 

 

 

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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

 

 

 

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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

 

 

 

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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

 

tag cloud poem VII – form new freedom:

 

 

 

faces of all faith
                           fall like a family

                           the fate of a father in fear
                           feeling the fence around the field

                           the film, finding fir, lingers over treetops
                           the fire takes the flagpole; the floodlights take the floorboards;

                           flow often  flowers when flying through fog
                           while Folkestone listens to footsteps of distant forest

                                                      form new freedom:

                                                                                 friendship out from frustration
                                                                                 funding all the furniture of future life

 

 

 

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faces wormhole: I could step / more open
family wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
father wormhole: Sylvia
film wormhole: the fingers
fir wormhole: the straight line of stones marking the geometry / of death / settle all their own levels over time to make / a new rhythm
flow wormhole: no quota too empty / no fate to fulfil
fog wormhole: 0.42
life wormhole: breathe it all / in
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
trees wormhole: sunny morning

 

sunny morning

 

 

 

                                after a night
                                              of no electricity where
                                              the carpets seemed like floorboards
                                                              and we snuggled together in bed
                                                                                 un-asleep

                                                              sunny morning

                                high high in the sky
                a wide band of cirrus cloud
                                allows the whole world
                                              to move its rooftops beneath it

                                                              more direct
                                a jet trail cuts into it – no
                                                              above it –
                drifting at fifty miles an hour
                                              I look back into my book
                                then glance back out at the poem

                                the cloud
                has magnified as it settles behind
                                              the rooftops chimneys the treetops
                                the jet trail nowhere to be seen
                                                              I’m sure I’d noticed it

 

 

 

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attention & sky wormhole: whirlpool
bedroom & morning & writing wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
chimney wormhole: deepening with each step
clouds wormhole: Vajrapani
floorboards wormhole: 1963
nnight wormhole: oh-pen
poetry wormhole: consturnation …? // consternation
rooftops wormhole: tune up // baton taptaptap
sleep & world wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
sun & trees wormhole: oh-pen too

 

rainbow

 

 

 

                                rainbow

                                                if you stare at it
                                it begins to disappear
                if you glance away …

 

 

 

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being wormhole: breathe it all / in
emptiness wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
haiku(esque) wormhole: Vajrapani
looking wormhole: is she / looking at me?

 

breathe it all / in

 

 

 

                                no thought today
                                nothing is joined up
                                nothing ever was

                                I just thought it was
                                thought it should be
                                the way I valued it

                                          to be
                                          so tired

                                from not connecting
                                from finding no reflection
                                to recognise myself

                                to be and so sure that
                                all these thoughts were
                                coming from a someone

                                          some
                                          where

                                                                                       it will
                                          never
be so

                                it will never be
                                so and the import
                                ance of all this

                                is to live and
                                breathe it all
                                in

 

 

 

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being & identity wormhole: extrapolates
breathing & life & living wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
reflection wormhole: there
settling wormhole: reversing the polarity
thought wormhole: connections
values wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice

 

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