bougainvillea

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2014, arch, bench, bougainvillea, calm, Carol, clock, colour, cornice, dock, ferry, fish, Gran Canaria, green, plaza, returning, sill, sister, time, waiting, waves, windows

 

 

 

                                                                                 bougainvillea

                                it was the green bench
                they had agreed to meet to get the ferry back to Puerto Rico
                                              in the small plaza in Mogan
                                under the clock that doesn’t work
                                                              at ten to one

                                she waited for hours
                                              after the designated time
                different colours piped around each sill and window
                                                              all warm
                                              and the bougainvillea yet just leaf
                                                                                 twining all the archways and cornices
                                                              and the shoals of fish at the dock
                                              ever cutting alternate to quotidian wave

                                                              and caught
                                                              at last
                                the last boat home
                                the sister had already taken the next return
                a year later we returned
                                              the time was still ten to one
                                but this time bougainvillea-pretty
                                                              and calm

 

 

 

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bench wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
Carol wormhole: hungry for a thread or two
green wormhole: ‘green plum jam on rye …’
time wormhole: the breath of London
waiting wormhole: Summertime, 1943
waves wormhole: left alone
windows wormhole: com- / mute

 

‘green plum jam on rye …’

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2015, bread, butter, eating, eggs, Gran Canaria, green, haiku, holiday, jam

 

 

 

                                          green plum jam on rye
                                and butter and a very occasional
                                    egg

 

 

 

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green wormhole: sit
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘passing overhead …’
holiday wormhole: hungry for a thread or two

 

hungry for a thread or two

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2015, being, blue, Carol, Dionne Warwick, Gran Canaria, holiday, home, muse, non-doing, non-striving, sky, travelling, writing

 

 

 

                                hungry for a thread or two

                                I gave it all up for her: the
                                timetables and the deadlines;

                                I travelled a thousand miles,
                                gave her blue skies and melocotones,

                                the whole deal; I just didn’t let up
                                not holding back in letting go to let it happen

                                and, guess what,
                                I left her on my desktop back home

 

 

 

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being & writing wormhole: birthday poem
blue & sky & travelling wormhole: all along the blue sky
Carol & home wormhole: dream 260815
Dionne Warwick wormhole: 1963
holiday wormhole: ‘filtered coffee …’
muse wormhole: Totnes

 

‘filtered coffee …’

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2015, balcony, coffee, Gran Canaria, haiku, holiday, settling

 

 

 

                                  filtered coffee in
                           a tin jug and only a
                               small cup to drink from

 

 

 

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coffee wormhole: the peculiar continuum of trains
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘passing overhead …’
holiday wormhole: our life
settling wormhole: sooner or later

 

Buddha / Shakyamuni

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2014, blue, Buddha, cliffs, Gran Canaria, mantra, progress, sea, shadow, Shakyamuni, sky, sun, swimming

 

 

 

                                Buddha
                            Shakyamuni

                                no matter
                the progress I thought I made
                paddling on my back away from
                the cliff head to the sun

                                the point
                at which the bluffs and crags
                the face-shapes and scars
                exposed-cracked shadowed-clean
                distant distinct and clear

                                met
                the sheer sky from top to bottom
                                didn’t shift
                                at all

                om muni muni maha muniye soha

 

 

 

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blue & sky wormhole: Bodiam Castle
Buddha & sun wormhole: ambling around / the garden centre
sea wormhole: ‘discution poli / d’orage …’
shadow wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!

 

Jean Miller kissed Salinger

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'scape, 2014, blue, breeze, clouds, coffee, cream, curtains, doors, dress, evening, fingers, Gran Canaria, horizon, leaves, morning, open, palm tree, reading, Salinger, stopped, stucco, suddenly, summer, sun, talking to myself, taxi, terrace, time, writing

 

 

 

                                now let’s see
                those same leaves on the palm frond waving
                alternately like flippy fingers, same as this morning
                                have stopped
                                awhile

                                yes, and the
                light blue rough stucco wall dividing our terrace
                120 from 121 is lined cream coffee by the sun
                                twenty five
                                to nine and

                                the curtain
                by the open door hangs slightly billowing
                like the morning of the first dress of the summer
                                the day
                                I read

                that Jean Miller kissed Salinger in the taxi
                and continued after the sun dipped below the
                                cloudhorizon
                                suddenly

 

 

 

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blue & clouds wormhole: cloud
breeze & leaves wormhole: no hat
coffee wormhole: we’re born // to die
curtains wormhole: achieving good-enough living
doors wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
evening wormhole: deeper
horizon wormhole: Batman#175
morning & sun & time wormhole: corroboration
open wormhole: oh-pen too
reading wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
talking to myself wormhole: extrapolates
writing wormhole: sunny morning

 

fully clothed

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2014, beach, Gran Canaria, nude, others, portrait, pregnancy, wind

 

 

 

                                              the beach
                                an open panoply of exposed flesh
                                as much as can be bared
                frills and tassels in the wind

                                                              but there
                                through the bodies and umbrella stems
                                a glorious beach float nine months belly
                fully clothed in a bathing suit

 

 

 

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beach wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
others wormhole: 1964
wind wormhole: cold wind

 

a cup of tea, gov

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2014, anniversary, blue, Carol, Gran Canaria, love, morning, pink, portrait, sea, sky, sound, speech, sun, table, tea, terrace

 

 

 

                      she’s ‘roughed out an essay’
                                   on the terrace table
                      while the sky rose blue and distinguished itself
                                   from the sea
                      now she squeaks about the apartment
                                   in pink crocs
                      as the sun appears from over the cliffs behind making
                                   a cup of tea, gov

 

on the happy 33rd anniversary of that growing contract between us, exempting itself from all clauses that never have been needed had they been made anyway, through sheer maturation; we are almost organic, now …

 

 

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blue & sky & sun wormhole: I could step / more open
C wormhole: happy birthday, my love
love wormhole: letters to Mum IV – healing comes in smiling
morning & sea & sound wormhole: !
pink wormhole: on sitting / in front of / a hedge
speech wormhole: letters to Mum III – ongoing-term // eventually
table wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
tea wormhole: again

 

!

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2014, breakfast, chrome, Gran Canaria, horizon, hotel, looking, morning, palms, sea, seeing, sitting, sound, sun

 

 

 

                                              !

                                              sitting
                at the breakfast table
                                on the terrace thinking
                                              to practise
                                              taking in
                                the view rather than going out
                                              to arrange it: the palms near and far
                above chrome railings
                                              the hotels peripheral
                                sun-blinded and perched
                                              over the bay

                                              when
                                from deep out the horizon
                                              flying low and camouflaged
                                grunged a
                                              Lan
                                              cas
                                              ter
                                              bom
                                              ber
                                bulbous-nosed and wing fins

                bbbjjjjjjjjjjjdjdjdjdjdjeeyyhhwwwwwwoooooouuuuuuu

                                              maybe
                                I was trying too hard

 

 

 

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horizon & sea wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
hotel wormhole: the poppies / of van Gogh
looking wormhole: our life
morning wormhole: g’morning
seeing wormhole: the precision // the gentleness // and / the letting go
sitting wormhole: waiting room
sound wormhole: sniff
sun wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot

 

our life

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2014, being, breathing, Carol, crying, Gran Canaria, holiday, life, looking, love, pain, relationship, relaxing, shock, yoga

 

 

 

                                              oh my little baby
                did some yoga and hurt my shoulder
                                went into shock and apologised
                                for wasting so much of

                                              our life

                                              I didn’t know
                                what to do couldn’t move (she has all the practical
                                              even when knot needed)
                                              but then she cried

                and it didn’t matter anymore I put my hand on her chest
                                                              (over-breathing)
                                              and breathed steady
                                without telling her to calm down

                                              she looked at me
                                              for the first time in days
                                and then she didn’t need the blanket
                                                              anymore

 

 

 

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being & looking wormhole: ‘like a piece of ice on a hot stove / the poem must ride on its own melting’
breathing wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
C wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
holiday wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
life & love wormhole: letters to mum II – family // like a grate