05 Wednesday Jun 2013
Posted in poems
1977
in the silhouette evening
the trees are still dark green
before the single lit
kitchen window
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
evening & kitchen wormhole: in the kitchen
green wormhole: but there …
silhouette wormhole: 1967
trees wormhole: more importantly
windows wormhole: as
years wormhole: 1976
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Loved the atmosphere in this.
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… did you hear the light-click?
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I think I heard the lightbulb buzzing slightly, and the breeze played through the leaves on the trees …
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ah, yes: reminding you that maybe you shouldn’t be outside, watching this, but it is so chilly, and so peaceful
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It is a tad voyeuristic –maybe that was the appeal….?
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it was the being-outside (of the kitchen?) enough to notice the beauty (the possibility) that goes on outside of one’s life, but that putting oneself ‘out there’ involves a little discomfort and un-safety – which was very appealing to a 17 year old trying to find a way in Being.
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🙂
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Beautiful and simple… like this very much!
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thank you
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