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2015, 6*, ageing, air, being, buttress, chestnut tree, compromise, earth, generations, grass, growth, identity, leaf, letting go, life, reaching, time, trees, trunk
sweet chestnut
I have
long
since
shifted the earth apart
imperceptible for grass to grow,
now, unknowing, so new;
I have
forgotten
what it’s like to emerge
without design, and have
grown buttresses for so long
they have twisted to comprise;
the trunk
of upward
direction
that I reach from
aimlessly with diminishing wisdom
to a top leaf shifting
this way
and that
between air
{there is some anger and sulk that I do not write anymore: not sure if I couldn’t keep up the hi-octane perception or that ‘I was only seeking attention’ explains it all; I still don’t know, but maybe I don’t need to hold such stoic upper lips about it all, arms crossed, turned away; maybe just a bit of compassion wafting this way and that …}
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: ‘from the cathedral window two stories / high …’
being wormhole: silence
compromise & letting go wormhole: poessay XI – piquant love
grass wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – sooner; / and later
identity wormhole: a far grander / Sangha
life wormhole: looking hard enough
time wormhole: ‘she shook the sweets …’
trees wormhole: ‘and is there homage …’
I don’t know if I’ll ever get back at it again, either. Thank you for this.
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never say ‘never’, but certainly leave it open to pounce back on it and fling it into the air like my cat does with her favourite toy having sat and looked the other way for a full three minutes
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Whether or not you write again, I am always glad to see your posts on my dashboard and I am fond of many of your poems – especially “Castrated” – I still think of it when I think about Alan Turing. Hope you are well and staying safe and sane in these strange times.
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that is kind of you, Marcy; I have a feeling writing may return, but I don’t know in what form or when; meanwhile I occasionally tinker with some old ones like I’m doodling
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I don’t know about you, but I those bits of compassion are what get me through the day. That, and denial.
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… and you can never OD on it!
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… although stay away from the synthetic stuff – clogs up your arteries.
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Right now, my arteries are clogging with ash from the fires in NorCal. Longing for the sweet taste of fresh air.
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Nice blog
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thank you, Ms. Sparkle
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Great post!
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leaf-wave in thanks
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