4/3/4 (#2)

some more poems
all written
in 4/3/4

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#27: night sky #1

beneath the stars
on my back
I lay weeping

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#28: night sky #2

A near full moon
surrounded
by wisps of cloud

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#29: memory loss

I have learned much
forgotten
many times more

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#30: discomfort

pigeon orgy
on the roof
I look away

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#31: ruin

they closed the pub
years ago
left it to rot

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#32: approaching dusk #1

the contrails sweep
in curved arcs
across the sky

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#33: approaching dusk #2

storm clouds approach
thunder heard
no lightning seen

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#34: a sunday afternoon

suddenly now
I feel sick
faint, my eyes weep

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#35: afterwards

I sleep soundly
through the night
and through the day

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#36: british summer time

went to the shops
it rained and
rained and rained and

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#37: living room

there’s a spider
hanging there
waiting, waiting

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#38: bank holiday weekend #1

sat beneath a
parasol
and did not move

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#39: bank holiday weekend #2

hair wet with sweat
head throbbing
i cannot sleep

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#40: an autobiography of my life until now

I was lonely
then I was
lonelier still

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#41: september

the sun went in
the wind blew
early autumn

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#42: in the park #1

a sausage dog
prancing by
grinning, grinning

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#43: in the park #2

a pound a bag
by the pond
to buy duck food

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#44: in the park #3

i put away
the rubbish
others had left

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#45:

a small forest
of dead trees
all turned to bone

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#46: beyond intransigence

if I can change
my own mind
you can change yours

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#47: the catcher in the rye

I’d never read
this before
but now I have

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#48: i

I feel so tired
all the time
old bones aching

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#49: corrections

rewriting this
poem took
several hours

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#50: in my pocket

a tiny scrap
of paper
containing this

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#51: autumnal river scene #1

on the river
an egret
amongst the gulls

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#52: autumnal river scene #2

fisherman’s boat
fisherman
fisherman’s dog

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Notes:

1. Written between August 10th and September 6th

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Tale #73: (fragment)

There was a woman who lived in the woods. She gathered up the dead things that lay on the forest floor and brought them to her home. She gave names to these nameless creatures, whispered words of love and kindness as she placed them in freshly dug graves. And at night they would come out and walk with her, beneath the stars, beneath the moon, the shadows wrapped around them like robes.

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Notes:

1. Written in June 2018

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Enceladus (places in space #18)

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1. Written on June 7th, 2019

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Tale #72: Our paths trace out behind us

There was a woman who lived in the woods. Every day after breakfast she went for a walk, carrying a tin of paint. She made a hole in the bottom with a nail and let the paint drip out where she walked. When the paint ran out she would stop, eat her lunch, and then follow the trail back home.

Every day with her paint she traced a new path. And every day her paint ran out before she found a way out of the woods. She wondered somedays whether she just needed a bigger tin, needed to take a longer route.

And other days she wondered if there was any way out at all. That even if she kept walking forever the woods would never end, she would never be free.

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Notes:

1. Written in August 2014
2. And re-written in Jaunary 2016
3. For use in a maze
4. Which was called “A Maze”
5. And existed briefly in Stroud

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Oort (places in space #17)

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1. Written on June 6th, 2019

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