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2014, 5*, being, conservatory, floorboards, lemon, lime, listening, living, notebook, retreat, seeing, sitting, sound, sun, Woodbrooke, writing
crumpled
notebooks
at the end of a gentle retreat
room emptied
all the bits and pieces of living
packed away
paid up
loaded
sun
picks the sides of the swivel armchairs like
lemon curd and
lime marmalade
and tools are picked up and replaced on the wooden flooring
in the conservatory
with particular intricacy
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being & sun wormhole: right to be
conservatory wormhole: in the middle of silence and heat:
lemon wormhole: hint
lime wormhole: introducing / the stranger
listening wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
living wormhole: lobby
seeing wormhole: Kirby’s landscapes
sitting wormhole: Buddha Amitabha
sound wormhole: silence
writing wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
Just been immersed in your poetry for a while. Thank you x
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I noticed; your gravatar reminded me of you, so I immersed myself in your blog for awhile too: how do you do!
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Enjoying a day of catching up and discovering things to enjoy.
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