morning sun

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'scape, 2013, 5*, clouds, dove, flying, haiku, morning, passing, sun, trees

                                              morning sun

                         flock of turtle doves
                heave low over tree and high
                   below cloud, glinting

 

 

 

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clouds wormhole: landscape of cloud over London / with differing depths of grey
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘quick – she’s gone to pay …’
morning & trees wormhole: municipal garden
passing wormhole: written relief to / creeping anaesthesia / through palimpsest / and crankled page
sun wormhole: garden

 

‘quick – she’s gone to pay …’

Tags

2013, 4*, Carol, child, haiku, shop, sound

 

                         quick – she’s gone to pay –
                      childcry from outside and beep
                         of cash register

 

 

 

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Carol wormhole: garden
child wormhole: singsong chant
haiku[esque] wormhole: 1968 – orange sand and mauve mist
sound wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton

 

1968 – orange sand and mauve mist

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1968, 2014, 4*, Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick, haiku, land, mauve, mist, noise, orange, silence

                                                1968 – orange sand and mauve mist

                              probably twenty
                miles across the empty land
                  the traffic still swooshed

 

put down a hundred down and buy a car: do you know the way to San Jose: Dionne Warwick & Burt Bacharach

 

 

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Burt Bacharach & Dionne Warwick & mist wormhole: 1966
haiku[esque] wormhole: 1964
mauve & orange wormhole: 1967
silence wormhole: the skyline

 

1964

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1964, 2014, 3*, boats, Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick, haiku, jumper, searching, wind

                1964

                                down by the fishing
                boats the wind still searches through
                     the aran jumper

 

simply and retrieved from reach out for me by Dionne Warwick & Burt Bacharach

 

 

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1964 Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick & wind wormhole: 1964
haiku[esque] wormhole: balance
searching wormhole: sleep now

 

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

 

interim

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2015, 4*, attention, haiku, living, practice, renewal, time

                                                interim

                                                        there is always time
                                                after the meander is noticed
                                        to renew

 

 

 

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attention wormhole: returning home handsome
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘field of corn …’
living wormhole: matter
practice wormhole: let it all go
time wormhole: still

 

‘field of corn …’

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2015, 5*, being, family, field, haiku, identity, others, walking, wind

                                     field of corn, the wind
                           across the tops of heads, some
                               taller, some not so

 

I still try to be other than what I am, and thereby fall short of what I am, and what I could be, to others; somewhat

 

 

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being & identity wormhole: con / sum / mate
family wormhole: this aching // and spacious dichotomy
field wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – … as the new town marches in
haiku[esque] wormhole: I
others wormhole: beepbeep
walking wormhole: love and precision
wind wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Snow

 

I

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2015, 4*, being, breathing, doing, haiku, identity, pushing

                                   when trying any
                harder than the last breath out
                      I come to the fore

 

 

 

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being & doing wormhole: be
breathing wormhole: even / a second
haiku[esque] wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
identity wormhole: did I get old?

 

tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair

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2015, bay window, Crowborough, economics, emptiness, eyes, haiku, hair, hands, Have, hedge, Herbert Road, hills, Hillside, history, horizon, hotel, house, humanity, life, London, rooftops, Shooters Hill, sight, society, tag cloud poem, terrace, Thames, time

                                                     haiku   is awkward

   the more that is left in

     like uncombed  hair

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                            the hands that Have   are

 
                                                    small and gnarly that hedge a                
                                                        fund and close their eyes;

 
                                                my sight formed along
                                          rooflines of Herbert Road edged
                                                           above the distant hills

 
                                beyond the river
from terraced steppes along the
     declining line of

 
                                                      Shooters Hill; but then

                  my sights folded inwards at

                                                                   Hillside, pages of

 
                                                              turned history that had

                                lost its own horizon, from

                                                                                                            hotel to house in

 
                              the bay windows of
                              London where humanity
                                                                              is stuck in all time

 

‘aitches’ touch on quite a few boat-ties to my past: ‘Herbert Road’ was the local shopping high street where I lived in London until I was 19; it is in Plumstead which spreads south over the crest of ‘Shooters Hill’ and merges into Woolwich down to the river Thames; ‘Hillside’ is one of a little cluster of houses where I settled to raise a family and grow a career in Crowborough in the late 1980s – that same 80s that, mean-and-all-the-while, Thatcher was creaking open that casket (‘can’t read the label – “–ora’s Box”?’) which left me alien to my own background and lost in my own riverbank mist, save for the miraculous peek of haiku and the deadened gaze of bay window …

`haven’t published a tag cloud poem in a while: they’re made up of the larger tags of my work built up over the years – this one emerged into a series of haiku[esque] pieces of work – almost inevitably; this one was particularly difficult to form, the tag-words didn’t run off each other smoothly – I must admit I left a few words out; the green links are to those respective tags, the different sized fonts determined by the number of ‘topics’ that pertain to that tab … nerk!

 

 

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Crowborough wormhole: portrait: / two pigeons
economics wormhole: 1959
emptiness wormhole: need
eyes wormhole: bavardage
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘green plum jam on rye …’
hair wormhole: impressionism
hands & humanity wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
Have wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
hedge wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
Herbert Road wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
hills wormhole: life [‘n’ death] / legerdemain – poewieview #15
Hillside wormhole: Charlotte
history & horizon wormhole: a theremin note – poewieview #21
hotel wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931
house wormhole: first Spring storm
life & society wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
London & rooftops & Thames wormhole: up on the hill
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
time wormhole: 1968

 

‘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