Tags
2012, 4*, being, breathing, doing, garden, pointlessness, publishing, walking, writing
went for a walk
wrote reports
posted some poems
weeded the garden
now I feel empty
what’s the point
in anything
and then
I remembered to
breathe
the meaning is the moment all day long and I
had forgotten
to breathe
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being & doing wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
breathing wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
garden wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
pointlessness wormhole: and
publishing wormhole: as they wish
walking wormhole: I glimpse above the rooftops
writing wormhole: no quota too empty / no fate to fulfil
mlewisredford 