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do I

02 Sunday Jul 2017

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2013, 5*, attention, being, branches, breathing, breeze, fish, horizon, leaning, living, pigeon, questioning, seagull, shock, waves

 

                                                                    do I

                                              cast
                                              eye
                                              and heart  –   wide o’er
                                   the bob and trough
                                   the waft and wave
                                   the horizontal lean
                                   the shock and the approach
                              and then do I breathe a weave through it all like a fish,
                                              like a seagull,

                              do I?

                     do I
                                ride a breeze
                turn my feathers
                and alight a-bob on a branch to survey:
is that how I do it?

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

attention & breathing wormhole: too greedy
being & living & waves wormhole: step
branches wormhole: municipal garden
breeze wormhole: where else
horizon wormhole: ‘avenue of wraggled gorse tops …’
seagull wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – … as the new town marches in

 

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within

05 Wednesday Apr 2017

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'scape, 2013, 4*, flying, garden, ivy, listening, music, pigeon, radio, song, trees, wind

                                              listening to the song
                                stepping the crescendos
                with the professionalism of hundreds
                                to recognition
                                O save me
                from the top one hundreds

                                not even the pigeon
                                nor the wind chimes
                                nor even the waving tops of trees
                can assuage this acrid spore on the breeze

                                but no
                                there
                                the ivy
                has climbed up one fence post
                                and shaped itself
                                square and fast
                                that I can see
                the pigeon dive and pull up adjust tail feathers
                                turn to land
                                on a branch
                                within the
                                tree precisely

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

garden wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
listening & trees wormhole: the bench
music wormhole: No
radio wormhole: magnetic field
trees wormhole: what wounds have you got?

 

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more importantly

09 Thursday May 2013

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'scape, 2011, 6*, afternoon, attention, branches, combe end, openness, pigeon, sound, squirrel, sun, time, trees, windows

 

 

 

                                for minute after minute
                                an alarm rilling through
                                the open windows
                                of a hot afternoon
                                and all the while
                                the cracking picking
                                twicking of a squirrel
                                working out on a branch
                                somewhere          but then

                                                                                    more importantly

                                              a pigeon –
                                `hadn’t noticed –
                                                              on a bare branch looking
                                              another way

                not calling

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

attention wormhole: ‘no …’
branches wormhole: Science lesson
combe end wormhole: in the kitchen
openness wormhole: open / window
pigeons wormhole: first dog / in the park
sound wormhole: anatta
squirrel wormhole: almost-Escher
sun & trees wormhole: heavy shower …
time wormhole: eighth birthday // now
windows wormhole: morning / cloud pass

 

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