fine

Tags

'scape, 2013, birdsong, blackbird, cars, ceiling, combe end, living room, morning, open, passing, rain, silence, sound, speech, talking, windows

 

 

 

                                                              fine

                                              the
                                is-it-raining-I-can’t-see-it
                settled yes-been-like-this-
                all-morning settling lower and lower
                like a living room ceiling
                while the blackbirds call
                                each other

                                then
                after a car passed and diminished
                away into the silence
                                ‘hello, Anne, how’s it going?’

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

blackbird wormhole: the breath of London
cars & morning wormhole: 1965
combe end wormhole: stacked
living room & sound & talking & windows wormhole: Michael Redford: triptych
open wormhole: opening
passing & silence wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
rain wormhole: first Spring storm
speech wormhole: aghh – we’ve been infected / it’s spreading through the system / we’re losing our files … / it’s taken out the processor … / I, I can’t open with this program anymore … / it’s scanning me – / I’ve got to buy a Virus Protection Program / from it …

 

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stacked

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'scape, 2013, blue, carlights, cars, combe end, horizon, morning, orange, pink, sky, snow, tarmac, white, windows, yellow

 

 

 

                                              stacked

                                cold sky
                                morning
                                hint of blue
                                hint of pink
                                on horizon
                                yellow car pulls in
                                dicating frozen snow
                on verge front lights dipped onto the drying tarmac

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

blue & white wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
cars wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
combe end wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
horizon wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
morning & sky & windows wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
orange wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
pink wormhole: dog bark
snow wormhole: clouds
yellow wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post

 

fine droplets / across the glass

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'scape, 2013, birch, chimney, combe end, drops, fir, glass, grey, house, mist, notice, rain, roof, sky, streets, telephone lines, trees, waves, wind, windows

 

 

 

                                              fine droplets
                                              across the glass

                                              unnoticed
                as the mist wafts in occasional waves
                                              all up the street
                                and before and after the telephone wires thrum and
                                                              bounce but
                looking above the roof of the house opposite
                                the fir tree bristles and waves
                                                              constantly
                                              behind
                                while the bare birch just shrugs

                                              a chimney
                                              more trees
                                              light grey
                                              sky above

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

birch 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
chimney & house & trees wormhole: New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931
combe end wormhole: knees
fir wormhole: dawn
glass & grey wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
mist wormhole: because
rain wormhole: library windows
roof wormhole: suddenly fly off again
sky & streets wormhole: organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11
waves wormhole: development
wind wormhole: sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1
windows wormhole: Grizedale College

 

knees

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2009, 6*, combe end, girl, hair, moon, muse, portrait, snow, sunlight, walking, windows

 

 

 

                                   knees

                           setting sunlight in the
                           windows behind her a
                           moon-faced girl both
                           hands in high pockets
                           treads carefully on the
                           snow then turns her
                           head to see where
                           the rest are –

                           curtain of hair

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

combe end wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
girl & muse wormhole: is she / looking at me?
hair wormhole: happy birthday, my love
moon wormhole: Bat-Shadow
snow wormhole: 1963
walking wormhole: smiling
windows wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114

 

sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y

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'scape, 2013, 5*, bedroom, birds, Carol, coffee, combe end, green, grey, light, morning, trees, wind, windows

 

 

 

                                              a cup of coffee
                                     thank you C
                           slightly tightens the throat

            sitting up in bed   s  i  m  u  l  t  a  n  e  o  u  s  l  y

                           the quilt creased and folded
                                     in over itself
                           in turmoil and silence

                                     etched
                           textured and furrowed
                           by the greylight from the window
                                     all a-spontaneous while

                                     trees
                           wave green and recoup
                                     and birds
                           call and swoop haphazard to join them

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

bedroom & birds & trees wormhole: tune up // baton taptaptap
C & morning wormhole: a cup of tea, gov
coffee wormhole: Maidstone
combe end wormhole: open window
green wormhole: consturnation …? // consternation
grey wormhole: happy birthday, my love
light & windows wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
wind wormhole: fully clothed

 

open window

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'scape, 2013, 5*, birds, birdsong, cars, clouds, combe end, grey, openness, passing, posture, returning, settling, sitting, sound, streetlight, sunlight, windows

 

 

 

                learning to return
                tens of times now
                more gently
                to the posture
                each session

                open window

                grey cloud is high and
                covers everything
                seamlessly but

                through the car wssshh
                some birds have started
                calling
                and on the hood of the streetlamp
                just a glint
                of sunlight

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

birds & openness wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
cars wormhole: a splash of fresh water
clouds wormhole: no hat
combe end & streetlight wormhole: ‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’
grey wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
passing wormhole: titanic
posture wormhole: ‘til death do us part
settling wormhole: connections
sitting wormhole: on sitting / in front of / a hedge
sound wormhole: ‘“ruddy crows!” / said my Dad …’
windows wormhole: there

 

‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’

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2012, 3*, combe end, drops, existence, night, orange, rain, seeing, streetlight

 

 

 

                     I can hear it raining
                     but cannot see it except for
                     the drops that fall from
                     the hood of the streetlight
                     one side the other side

                     at midnight it will go out –
                     energy-saving – but for now
                     it is kind enough to let me
                     see what I hear

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

combe end wormhole: sounds // suddenly / stop
night wormhole: only the Batman realises that he is dead
orange wormhole: the chiropodist
rain wormhole: tired
seeing wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
streetlight wormhole: achieving good-enough living

 

sounds // suddenly / stop

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'scape, 2014, 4*, awareness, birdsong, breeze, combe end, fir, garden, kitchen, letting go, movement, pond, rooftops, sound, stillness, stone, sun, water

 

 

 

                                                              in the garden
                                                              by the pond
                                              listening to the sounds
                                              flim over the water and alight
                                                              still
                                              on the stone
                                              in the sun
                                movement to rest indifferent
                cascade of trill and call
from rooftop to kitchen clink
                                firry as leylandii drifting
                                              this way and that
                                                              on the water

                                                                       suddenly

                                                                       stop

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

awareness wormhole: the pocket
breeze wormhole: the declensions of constant possibility throughout times
combe end wormhole: the retriever the daughter and the mother
fir & stone wormhole: the straight line of stones marking the geometry / of death / settle all their own levels over time to make / a new rhythm
garden wormhole: the meaning is the moment all day long
kitchen wormhole: star / through the kitchen / window
letting go wormhole: the en-gentled / end of a wan / writing retreat
rooftops wormhole: I glimpse above the rooftops
sound wormhole: old age
stillness wormhole: settling
sun wormhole: letter 080514
water wormhole: a splash of fresh water

 

the retriever the daughter and the mother

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2014, 7*, combe end, daughter, dog, girl, grass, looking, mother, passing, portrait, roads, sound, walking

 

 

 

                                across the top of the road
                they arrive at the grass edge
                                              to cross
                                the retriever the daughter and the mother
                                                              camber
                                                              toe-heel
                                                              stop

                                the dog sits
                the girl looks ahead at the other side of the road
                                              unmoving
                                her mother’s hand hovers above the child’s head as she turns to check for traffic
                                                              behind
                                                              left
                                                              ahead

                                              her hand
                                gently alights on the girl’s head
                the retriever pulls ahead and unwinds the lead clak clak
                                              the camber
                                              tips the girl
                                              into a trot
                                                                                    a pause …
why not?

                                the mother
                throws out her arm and trots too with
                                              heavy hips
                                                              and leaps
                                                              when she reaches the grass verge

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

combe end wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
daughter & dog wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
girl wormhole: through the window
grass wormhole: the straight line of stones marking the geometry / of death / settle all their own levels over time to make / a new rhythm
looking wormhole: ‘just popping down / to the shops’
mother wormhole: t w e n t y f i r s t c e n t u r y l i f e
passing wormhole: b / l / u / e / s / at a right-angle
roads wormhole: a splash of fresh water
sound wormhole: emerged
walking wormhole: deepening with each step

 

tag cloud poem IV – C

Tags

2014, being, birds, blue, career, Carol, cars, Castleton, cat, child, childhood, city, clouds, coffee shop, combe end, comics, communication, compassion, compromise, conservatory, crane, Crowborough, curtains, doing, evening, Germany, hills, house, hyperbole, Jon, life, mauve, olive, purple, sound, Spring, stone, streets, summer, sun, tag cloud poem, time, town, traffic

 

 

 

C is gridlocked in a
career of her own driving
stuck like so many cars winding their way through small hill-town high streets
            (Castleton in the summer where
             everybody wants their Blue John stone
             to remember that they have seen the hills)

                                                      … but a cat
            is always a pet and will search for the warmest spot in a house
and a pet is always a child searching for the evidence that they exist
                           and a child can only belong to a childhood
                                          already passed

                                          the city
            stays where it is – high and low – the
            clouds pass behind – fast and slow – the
            coffee shop ‘chinks’ and clutters all day
the curtains are drawn all up combe end in the evening in the suburbs

                           even in the city of comics
            the streets are mauve and purple (where the traffic makes the facades dirty oliveblue)
            where communication is declarative and desperate and
            compassion is hyperbolic and demonstrable
but the compromise must ever be invisible and unnoticed otherwise
            everything grinds to the self-conscious stop
                                          that ‘we built this city …’ to escape

            here in the conservatory
she lays in her favourite place and looks for a message from the son that moved to Germany
            the first of the Spring sun brings the reply like a silent crane
                           birds busily network all over Crowborough
                                         we have no curtains to draw here

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

being wormhole: no quota too empty / no fate to fulfil
birds wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
blue & childhood & life & time wormhole: time
C wormhole: dream 040198 / Eglinton Hill
career wormhole: that’s me / in the corner that’s me in the spot light / losing my religion*
cars wormhole: 1963
Castleton wormhole: let
cat wormhole: existence
child wormhole: Beresford Square: // it’s alright it’s alright
city wormhole: Knapps
clouds wormhole: red net curtains / with appliqué blooms
coffee shop wormhole: tired
combe end & evening & house wormhole: star / through the kitchen / window
comics & sound wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice
communication wormhole: the Lamp
compassion wormhole: tag cloud poem II – acceptance
compromise wormhole: The Future of Teaching: performance or capability (‘oh, not ‘teaching’ then?’)
conservatory 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
crane wormhole: 1996 dream
Crowborough wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
curtains wormhole: rear attic / bedroom
doing & hills & streets wormhole: the edges of my reach
Jon wormhole: losing the anxiety
mauve wormhole: mlewisredford introductory complete life audit confessional
olive wormhole: still there?
purple wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
Spring wormhole: coffee shop
stone wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
sun wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again