mlewisredford

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Tag: haiku

two writing haikwo

I’d like to re-present a couple of pieces that appeared early on in this blogs history …

 

 

 

                   writing again by
       the falling net curtains and
           the wet car tyres

 

 

 

                                                                                                   typewriting by the
                                                                                           open window showering
                                                                                               heavily outside

 

 

 

part of >>> breeze
existing in … writing and being

 

’8:30 kitchen …’

 

 

 

                                                      8:30 kitchen
                                window bare shrub climbing road
                                       light green cloud-belly

 

 

 

20000 / steps

 

 

 

                                              20000
                                              steps

                                too high windows of
                Blackheath to too small windows
                    of Woolwich and back

 

 

 

walking wormhole: dream / 150910

 

outside

 

 

 

                                                                outside

                                         after it has snowed
                                and the sting of older boys
                                   throwing snowballs

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill

 

Jonathon

 

 

 

                                                         Jonathon: “it don’t
                                              rhyme, it’s meant to be about
                                                bellies and jellies.”

 

 

 

part of >>> writing and being
Jon wormhole: Jonathon

 

autumn

 

 

 

                                              autumn

                             sunny afternoon
                by the custard yellow wall
                  the leaves turned orange

 

 

 

afternoon wormhole: a mid-afternoon
orange wormhole: pylon on the hill

 

‘a most intense blue …’

 

 

 

                                 a most intense blue
                     passed behind a bench on the
                       footpath by the church

 

 

 

grey and yellow

 

 

 

                                   grey and yellow

                         more than that the leaves
                      have fallen is that the grass
                                and fields are white

 

 

 

loud music

 

 

 

                                loud music

                         the house opposite
                staring long at the window
                   girl started dancing

 

 

 

child

 

 

 

                                              child

                               taken out in the
                evening mist, yellow lights and
                   windows down the streets

 

 

 

evening wormhole: evening
mist wormhole: curtains open / in the evening

 

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