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2017, 6*, beech, church, lifetimes, Nottingham, offices, passing, poetry, quiet, sandstone, sitting, talking to myself, time, traffic, trunk, windows, writing
oh, alright then
sitting in a church ground
before a beech tree sometime coppiced
pushing up the ancient sandstone
so much quieter before
the ill-fitting windows
of terraced offices where nothing
happens
save the mark of passed lives
the twisted trunk
and the exhaust of cobbled engines
over speed-humps, to claim
that I don’t seem to be writing many poems these days
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
church wormhole: {Ellen Terry’s house}
lifetimes wormhole: the balance necessary between
passing wormhole: amniotic avenue
poetry wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
quiet wormhole: quiet river
sitting wormhole: skeins of candy pink and lilac
talking to myself wormhole: so where have I got:
time & windows wormhole: all the low clouds keeping pace / through the train window, / always arriving, whether fast or / slow, but never actually moving
writing wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping
Bah. Me neither.
Whut uvit?
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… poetry just carries on without you …
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