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'scape, 2022, 7*, afternoon, birdsong, breeze, Carol, chaos, chorus, doppler, echo, Emmett's Gardens, garden, jet plane, morning, pigeons, pine, shadow, silence, sky, speech, sun, time, tulip, walls, watching
an array of peaceful jet-scores
across the sky never colliding
welcome to Emmett’s Gardens
time
various pine shadow of afternoon
away from height of morning sun
beyond the rose garden wall
held from chaos by the chorus
of chivourrts, ch-hwhtts and echoed pigeons
from the facing proscenium …
… ah, we’ve missed the tulips
just stalks top-heavy no we haven’t
said Carol watching them twaddle
they doppler even as we watch
between breezes some coming low
to land behind the pines
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
afternoon wormhole: ‘in my car I pass…’
breeze & morning & speech wormhole: Journey
Carol & silence wormhole: ‘‘she shook the sweets …’
echo wormhole: travel // when I die
garden wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Rain
pigeons wormhole: municipal garden
pine wormhole: out
shadow & sky & sun wormhole: taking birth
time wormhole: the simple prayer // the tattered poem // the bitter lament
tulip wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
walls wormhole: silence
mlewisredford 
This is fantastic and really has my heading spinning…especially the last stanza. I also really like, “various pine shadow of afternoon” …compact use of words that paints such a vivid picture.
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Thank you, Bob; when I checked the post to read your comment I noticed the spacing of the stanzas had not ‘taken’ – I’ve corrected it now, `should make your head spin even more
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very interesting choice of the word doppler. I, too, appreciate that last stanza the most. But I’m also a fan of your pigeon onomatopoeia.
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and … yes, I verbalised the word doppler, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind; thank you
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This one is cinematic for me with both the title, ‘time’, and the imagery flowing together–the tulips waving, the pine shadows variegated and the wind never ceasing but at times letting up. I love the jet-scores (never colliding) to open the piece as I see you gazing at the sky…those jet trails to be dissipated by the wind up there…eventually.
But this is a moment, and a moment appreciated. It could be short film as the tulips (which we have not missed) dance and doppler with that breeze. I see them, their heads hanging low, even as they shuffle together to the tune of weather.
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I understand: I do miss those films of the 1970s (whose titles I cannot remember but it doesn’t matter – pre-Godfather Coppola or Hal Ashby) that ran whole sequences of landscape without dialogue or music (and usually only the wind as commentary) before the titles started, or the next scene, or the denouement of the previous scene
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