cold wind

Tags

'scape, 2013, car park, cars, Crowborough, green, iron, leaf, rust, seeing, town, wind

 

 

 

                                   what
                                   is there
                                   to see in a
                                   small town
                                   back street car
                                   park before a bolted
                                   galvanised railing with
                                   rust just breaking through
                                   behind the smooth bottle-green lines
                                   of a Volvo

                                                     but between
                                   the single curled leaf of a
                                   weed shaking in the cold wind

 

 

 

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cars wormhole: open window
Crowborough wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
green & wind wormhole: on sitting / in front of / a hedge
seeing wormhole: ‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’

 

the straight line of stones marking the geometry / of death / settle all their own levels over time to make / a new rhythm

Tags

'scape, 2013, Castleton, death, fence, fir, grass, hills, iron, leaning, rhythm, rust, stone, time

 

 

 

              the straight line of stones marking the geometry
                   of death
              settle all their own levels over time to make
                   a new rhythm

              the iron fenced ones –
                   the rust of ages past –
              as the grasses reach up through them like
                   an array of grasses

              the stone-cross ones mottled-old like skin
                   ready to sag
              and the upright stones leaning forward to their various degrees
                   and backward like a child’s forest

              the huge upstart fir tree leans too
                   at a good 70º
              but by the flowing hills behind
                   it doesn’t seem so odd

 

 

 

                                       the church graveyard of St. Edmund’s, Castleton, Derbyshire

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Castleton wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
death wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
fir wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
grass wormhole: the edges of my reach
hills wormhole: emerged
stone wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
time wormhole: b / l / u / e / s / at a right-angle

 

still there?

Tags

2012, black, buildings, childhood, Eglinton Hill, Genesta Road, green, Herbert Road, olive, Plumstead, rust, time, white

 

 

 

                           where has it gone
                           the three cannon barrels
                           and the lion’s head
                           in thick rusting metal
                           painted plumstead
                           green on the corner of
                           Genesta Road making
                           my way up Eglinton Hill
                           is it to do with telephones
                           can I try to sit on it
                           where has it gone

                           because the tiled curve
                           of building on the corner
                           of Herbert Road and
                           Eglinton Road with
                           black frame and plumstead
                           green inlay around the black
                           white chequered inset to:

                            H.J. WEBB
                                      L^TD.
                            GROCERS
                                            AND
                            PROVISION
                            MERCHANTS

                           onto olive background is still there?

 

 

 

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black wormhole: clouds
buildings wormhole: wha’
childhood & Plumstead & time wormhole: still there // above the / Dallin Road / allotments / looking high over the river and the city
Eglinton Hill wormhole: dream / 150599
Genesta Road wormhole: from the / bedroom / window
green & white wormhole: mlewisredford introductory complete life audit confessional
Herbert Road wormhole: … still waving!
olive wormhole: in verse / question / m a r k ?

 

still there // above the / Dallin Road / allotments / looking high over the river and the city

Tags

'scape, 2012, childhood, Dallin Road, emergence, green, houses, iron, lifetimes, London, morning, Plumstead, rust, school, Thames, time, voices

 

 

 

                                                                                                                       still there

                                                                                 the hole
                                                                 under the concrete skirt
                                              holding the iron railings upright
                              dividing the conservation ground
                              from the terraced path between houses
                                              the rust of decades bursting through metallic green paint
                                                                 with whole pebbles
                                                                                 under which I’d scrabble

                                                                                 c’mon this way
                                                                                 looking for a shortcut to school
                                                                                 looking for another route to school
                                                                                 always nervous that my head
                                                                                 would get stuck

                above the
                Dallin Road
                allotments
looking high over the river and the city

 

 

 

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childhood wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
emergence wormhole: tag cloud poem I – numbers
green & lifetimes wormhole: … still waving!
London & Thames wormhole: a riveral
morning & time wormhole: and
Plumstead wormhole: dream / 190599
school wormhole: Teaching career: much like Monet’s ‘Impression: soleil levant’
voices wormhole: I don’t think I could do it anymore

 

Boy

Tags

'scape, 2011, 3*, bicycle, boy, Brighton, buddleia, faces, fence, hair, Have, pavement, portrait, red, rust, walls

 

 

 

                                          Boy

                           down the long featureless
                                          pavement
                           red brick wall rusty fence
                                          buddleia
                           the pinched face wide head
                                          spikey hair boy
                           cycles shell-suit top billowing
                                          building to a jump

                                          over nothing

 

                                          once

 

 

 

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Brighton wormhole: relief
buddleia wormhole: William Carlos Williams
faces wormhole: Eglinton Hill
hair wormhole: portrait … // … reading
Have wormhole: Have
pavement wormhole: demolition
red wormhole: school uniform
walls wormhole: as