and I lose sight of her into memory

Tags

2013, 5*, air, girl, hair, hazel, hill, journey, memory, muse, passing, phone, sight, step, talking, walking

                                the girl
                walks ahead down the hill
                each step gaited and strapped
                                left then right
                hazelnut hair lapping and sweeping –
                                she journeys
                far further than each advance against
                                              the air

                                as I pass
                she is talking into a phone
                                and I lose sight of her into memory

 

 

 

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air wormhole: the quiet whale
girl wormhole: stone
hair wormhole: garden
muse wormhole: neither nude nor / descending a staircase
passing wormhole: free
talking wormhole: mother and daughter
walking wormhole: every step I take

 

stone

Tags

2017, 7*, acceptance, afterlife, barrow, breath, death, girl, hair, life, lost, parent, place, settlement, sky, speech, stone, time, world

courtesy of https://historicengland.org.uk – hope she doesn’t mind

                                there was
                                just out
                                and hunt
                                and gather

                                and then
                                we stopped
                                to keep
                                and found

                the whole world wider than the sky

                                that we
                                got lost
                                to where
                                we were

                                and time
                                which came
                                to late
                                and so we

                                hauled
                                the stones
                                to fix
                                place

                                and dis
                                covered
                                in …
                                and life

                                and death
                                the smell of
                                deepness
                                the breath

                                of stone
                “you know what they were talking about
                                in class …
                                Kirsty …”

                                scampering
                                sideways
                                down the
                                slope untied

                                hair waving
                                all over
                                the place
                “… they were talking about barrows, burial

                                chambers;
                                we’re standing
                                on them
                                now – ”

                                all over
                                the place;
                                I’ve come
                                from the

                                ground I’ll
                                go back to
                                the ground
                                when time

 

perspective; read the whole sequence as it treads sideways down through time: in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …

 

 

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acceptance wormhole: Prajnaparamita // Maitreya
breath & hair & life wormhole: brown corduroy shirt / and dark redwine tie
death wormhole: where it has taken birth / may it not decrease …
girl wormhole: neither nude nor / descending a staircase
sky wormhole: ssreet chak-chak
speech wormhole: retirement
stone & time & world wormhole: weight

 

neither nude nor / descending a staircase

Tags

2015, 4*, cafe, doing, girl, Marcel Duchamp, movement, muse, portrait, step, work

                neither nude nor
                descending a staircase

                tallgirl footplant
                squareround roundtable
                legtake weightswing
                clothlinger ‘n’ widescoop

                stoopgather wideshoulder
                footplant shiftsquare
                headturn shoulderbare
                headlift straightstep

 

 

 

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doing wormhole: not / the Catcher
girl & muse wormhole: sleep now
work wormhole: matter

 

sleep now

Tags

1997, 2012, 7*, breathing, cotton, doing, dream, dress, embarrassment, evening, feet, girl, hands, identity, lap, legs, movement, muse, neck, portal, purpose, quiet, searching, shop, shoulders, sitting, sleep, streetlight, talking, toes, waiting, writing, yellow

I am safe in a corner shop (looking for portals on shelves in racks)
evening gathers inside ending-day-busy streetlights just          on

a girl and myself waiting to be served quiet     I am seated     waiting
the girl is fidgeting her shoe drawing her foot out slightly

to see her veined feet the root of her toes; she notices me noticing
and moves to another part of the shop adjusting         something

I am sorry; she has on a yellow dress; she comes back to the counter
stands beside me talking to the shopkeeper adjusting her tights now

plucking them up raising her dress a little, she steps and sits on my lap
without talking without referring to me still talking to the shopkeeper

clean crumpled yellow cotton neck; oh; a little bashful I put my arms
around her waist, she continues to talk engaged in her business

her hands come to rest on my hands on her legs I am embarrassed
but she is comfortable in my lap moving and leaning as she talks

thank you yellow cotton shoulder, now I know what to write
now I know what to do, now I can breathe      deeply, I think I could

sleep now

 

 

 

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breathing & doing wormhole: I
dream & girl & muse wormhole: adjustment
evening wormhole: traffic lights and broad avenue
feet & writing wormhole: returning home handsome
hands wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
identity wormhole: passersby
searching wormhole: cut while you’re ahead/cut while you’re a thread – poewieview #35
sitting wormhole: time
sleep wormhole: gone black
streetlight wormhole: well,
talking wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Snow
waiting & yellow wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow

 

adjustment

Tags

2013, 5*, adjustment, bed, doing, dream, eyes, feeling, girl, life, light, muse, opening, perspective, questioning, waking

                           did I talk to the girl
                           on the bed as I woke
                           about how the eyes
                           need to adapt to the
                           light when you open
                           them at first which feels
                           uncomfortable but is
                           a sign of adjusting to
                           the light which is a
                           new addition and that
                           anything given to do
                           in life which is good will feel
                           uncomfortable at first
                           because it is good being
                      adjustment of perspective to the new
                           or did I dream all that …?

 

 

 

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doing wormhole: [once a] dilemminal [always a dilemminal]
dream wormhole: what life went on
eyes wormhole: !
girl wormhole: Hurst Green
life wormhole: just one, open, nerve,
light wormhole: was there a moon / on the alleyway wall / confused in front of / the city skyline?
muse wormhole: returning home handsome

 

Hurst Green

Tags

2013, birdsong, echo, feet, fence, girl, muse, phone, portrait, staring, station, time, Uckfield-London line

 

 

 

                                              Hurst Green

                                the girl
                who walked from her Mini with lithe
                step stood by the concrete fence grown its own lichen
                from decades standing with
                                hot veins
                                on the top
                                of her feet

                while birds pheeped and echoed in the long-
                grown copse behind turned
                                her feet
                                sideways –
                                anxious –

                as she leant on the fence to make the phone
                call and chewed the inside of her mouth staring
                at the platform
                                for minutes
                                afterwards

 

0.46

 

 

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echo & muse wormhole: currency of generations
feet wormhole: Western Motel, 1957
girl wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
time wormhole: the missing chord // the now-silent seagull
Uckfield-London line wormhole: train journey // like a branch

 

Shonagh – poewieview #17

Tags

2016, arms, balance, belly, Bowie, boy, climb, faces, girl, hair, hill, identity, kiss, muse, natural, point, portrait, sitting, sky, staring, trees, woodland

                Shonagh

                                stood up
                on the steep hill in the woods
                                arms akimbo
                to keep balance like a tree, made
                                to climb
higher with ape face and swinging blond hair grown long and hipster flares that showed her belly when she pointed earlier in the day with nothing but her upward stare            
                                sat down,
                composed with the boy because she wanted a kiss
                                who wasn’t me

 

… all because of what you are: The Prettiest Star, 1970

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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balance wormhole: row boat
Bowie & faces wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
girl & muse wormhole: Grizedale College
hair wormhole: train journey // like a branch
hill wormhole: really
identity wormhole: really really
sitting wormhole: becoming
opening wormhole: opening
trees wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13

 

Grizedale College

Tags

1980, bed, books, breeze, girl, Lancaster, love, muse, open, passing, reggae, searching, university, windows, young

 

 

 

                                   Grizedale College

                                   she came back
                                   with a shy new lover
                                   so he left her room
                                   to browse another day;

                                   the bed under the open
                                   window, the breeze
                                   the sheets the rearranged
                                   books under the poster

                                   and the old reggae record
                                   she’d forgotten she had
                                   that had been left playing
                                   quietly respectfully

 

oh, the bittersweet mourn for what might ever verge on opening up, which was beautiful-enough to pursue but nevertheless everly crepuscular

 

 

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books wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931
breeze wormhole: the / very gradual art of sitting
girl & muse wormhole: train journey // like a branch
love & passing wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
open wormhole: the open window
searching wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
university wormhole: footfall
windows wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4

 

train journey // like a branch

Tags

2015, branches, girl, hair, muse, passing, portrait, shoulders, train, travelling, trees, Uckfield-London line

 

 

 

                                train journey

                                passing treelight over the
                                cusp of the girl’s shoulder

                                whisps of hair held outwards
                                by the air-conditioning

                                like a branch

 

 

 

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branches wormhole: 50 mph
girl wormhole: gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?
hair wormhole: recovered
muse wormhole: Poewieviews
passing & travelling & trees wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
train wormhole: Compartment C, Car 193, 1938
Uckfield-London line wormhole: com- / mute

 

gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?

Tags

1960s, 2013, blackberry, blue, Daddy, dawn, drawing, eyes, girl, green, grey, hair, lips, mauve, mother, mouth, nose, orange, portrait, question, red, sleep, sunlight, train, trees, yellow

 

 

 

                           line-drawing of a child asleep
                           against the mother’s arm
                           is just cross-hatch about her cheek
                           and block-smudge under her jaw
                           and up her neck but the features
                           concentrate around her eyelashes
                           nostrils and lips stepcloser more
                           concentrated hatching and smudge
                           but suggestive-enough to upturn
                           down lids to relax

                           hair in art-deco 60s lines in streams
                           overlap in shallows reaching and
                           returning carriage rock to armpit-
                           warmth to roll relax to fall sunburst
                           flutter through tree tops make the
                           mauve dawn essence of blackberry
                           jelly redorangeyellow b l u u u e
                           g r  eeeee   nnnnnnnn   gre[wh]y
                           has Daddy left us?

 

 

 

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1960s & eyes wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
blue wormhole: recline
dawn wormhole: lifetime
girl wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
green wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
grey wormhole: dream 260815
hair & mother & mouth wormhole: The Godfather III: // AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH …
mauve wormhole: my life / of others
orange 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
red wormhole: along
sleep wormhole: Evening Wind, 1921
train wormhole: the peculiar continuum of trains
trees wormhole: The Louvre in a Thunderstorm, 1909
yellow wormhole: Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47