too much in arrival

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2*, 2013, anxiety, arrival, being, cafe, coffee, conservatory, driving, smell, sun, travelling

                     too much in arrival

                     was it the sun-washed
                     matching placemats in
                     the café conservatory

                     or the sharp linger of
                     nervous armpit (not
                     mine) the coffee or the

                     eighty mile drive here
                     that make it impossible
                     to relax my forehead?

 

 

 

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anxiety wormhole: to rescue something
being wormhole: wasted –
coffee & travelling wormhole: prelude: // travel
conservatory wormhole: while
smell wormhole: lost and city ground
sun wormhole: somewhere

 

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while

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2015, 5*, care, career, chair, conservatory, professionalism, sunlight, table, teaching

                marking books
                during the holiday –

                                because I’m a professional, I suppose –
because I give a care nevertheless

                while sunlight breaks through
                like chalk over the upturned chair legs

                and the folded table top
                in the conservatory

 

retirement #5: written, of course, before I retired, but only now does the significance break through the clouds and the smokey grey perspex roof

 

 

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career & teaching wormhole: what wounds have you got?
conservatory wormhole: balance
professionalism wormhole: listen willya
table wormhole: returning home handsome

 

balance

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2016, 4*, balance, conservatory, haiku, passing, rain, roof, sound, waves

                                      wet tyres out front, rain
                                waves the conservatory roof
                                    keeping a balance

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: and smile / like a bud
conservatory wormhole: always
haiku[esque] wormhole: interim
passing & sound wormhole: familiasyncopation
rain wormhole: … swap round
roof wormhole: the policies came to nothing
waves wormhole: industrial estate

 

always

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2016, adjustment, balance, cars, conservatory, house, living, rain, roads, roof, sound

 

 

 

                                always

                the constant balance to adjust:
                the car tyressshh down the road out front
                out back the rain waves across the conservatory roof

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
cars & roads & sound wormhole: and that’s where I are
conservatory wormhole: suddenly fly off again
house & roof wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
living wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
rain wormhole: keep the light off

 

suddenly fly off again

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2014, birds, conservatory, depression, flying, letting go, roof, sound

 

 

 

                           “low moods
                come like birds on the roof”
                           they step
                           and scrape about
                           pecking at
                           the moss
                and throwing it clump on the conservatory
                           roof will
                           they damag:-
                suddenly fly off again

 

 

 

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birds wormhole: up here
conservatory wormhole: I do
depression wormhole: poessay X: soul love – poewieview #2
letting go wormhole: no point
roof wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
sound wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6

 

I do

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2013, air, breathing, Carol, conservatory, head, heat, home, legs, love, marriage, open, phone, portrait, speech, toes, water, white, windows, work

                                     she comes home
                           from work she downs a pint
                           of warm water then down
                           come the linen trousers and
                           off comes the blouse and straight
                           into the conservatory with a
                           whole day’s stored heat
                           window open on the settee
                           legs up on the arm – ahh,
                           the leggies needed that! –
                           in her white panties and vest
                           and her soft skin out breathing the heat
                           she turns her handsome head to me –
                           toes stroking and flexing the air –
                           ‘can I ask you something …
                           will you get me the phone?’
                           and I do

 

 

 

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air wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
breathing wormhole: wriving
Carol wormhole: I love with all the history and lack of perfections at our command
conservatory wormhole: heirloom – break / after heavy shower
love wormhole: you can only smell the candles / when they have been snuffed out
open wormhole: good session
speech wormhole: escape from Flat Planet
water wormhole: dream 260713
white wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
windows wormhole: open window
work wormhole: truly invisible

 

heirloom – break / after heavy shower

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2014, conservatory, flying, glass, light, Mum, rain, rainbow, seagull, silver, sun, vase, windows

 

 

 

                                     heirloom – break
                                     after heavy shower

                                     is that a silver seagull
                                     that reached a height then

                                     dropped and swooped
                                     muted and salt-downed

                                     or did it just catch rainbow-
                                     glints from my mother’s

                                     cut-glass vase on the table
                                     in the conservatory windows?

 

 

 

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conservatory & rain & windows wormhole: prologue-ing
glass wormhole: ‘a spark from the empty light socket …’
light wormhole: Trinity Arts
Mum wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
seagull wormhole: we’re born // to die
silver wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
sun wormhole: “King …”

 

prologue-ing

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2013, ageing, conservatory, garden, life, looking, passing, rain, roof, sitting, society, sound, walls, wind, windows

 

 

 

                                prologue-ing

                been waiting all of 54 years
                for my life to get into gear

                looking out the window
                at the wind deign up the valley of gardens

                confer the walls and windows
                in rumpled blankets tucked up under the eaves

                with constant reign on the
                conservatory roof and vented hum like a society down the chimney

                                only one thing to do:
                                go and sit

 

 

 

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conservatory wormhole: crumpled / notebooks / at the end of a gentle retreat
garden & looking & passing wormhole: on the raised patio reading Plath
life wormhole: really old
rain wormhole: 1972
roof wormhole: consturnation …? // consternation
sitting wormhole: … back to the outbreath
society & sound wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
walls wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
wind wormhole: separate
windows wormhole: sight / seeing

 

crumpled / notebooks / at the end of a gentle retreat

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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

 

in the middle of silence and heat:

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'scape, 2014, 5*, breathing, Carol, conservatory, feet, German, heat, horizontal, love, portrait, roof, shadow, silence, smell, sound, speech, sun, time, toes, vertical

 

 

 

                      there they are – those feet –
                      up on the arm of the settee
                      one heel laying the foot along
                      (as far as a curve will allow)
                      the other pinioned above
                      hanging over the other’s arch
                      (exquisite close shadow)
                      curving vertical the sole almost
                      crease-free the big ole toe-pad
                      making a long curve 80º to the
                      arch, a pennant – a solitary bunt –
                      two toes tent pegs sticking up
                      (only one on the other foot)
                      two bubble toes (three) like buds
                      (smell relaxed and natural
                       when up close) …

                      … don’t even shift when the
                      door drifts slightly shut or the
                      plastic roof expands in the sun
                      and the roof-of-the-mouth-
                      breathing pauses … (held?) but
                      in the middle of silence and heat:
                      “wie viel Uhr ist es?” even though
                      she doesn’t naturally speak German
                      and neither do I understand
                      to reply

 

 

 

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breathing wormhole: ‘when it came / time to go …’
C & conservatory wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
feet & silence wormhole: St. Ludwigskirche
love wormhole: they find their life growing together –
roof & shadow wormhole: … still waving!
speech wormhole: a splash of fresh water
sun wormhole: the chiropodist
time wormhole: titanic