Harvesting the Sky

10 September 2024 by Leave a Comment

Look seaward west where

Sun’s gone down pale mauve striped pink

Cloud dimming shadows

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That photographer

With his spotlight on the beach

Where people are shades

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The silver ocean’s

Rippled blue reflecting waves

Whishing softly by

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Offshore windmills stand

Like far off crucifixes

Harvesting the sky

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Spirits whisper power

To earth and air and water

Resurrecting time.

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Photos of Scheveningen Beach, The Hague, by Freddie Oomkens

Freddie Omm’s Sicilian Haiku—Migrant Shadows, published by Mad Bear Books in September 2024, also features sunset-linked poetry, notably in Sunsets.

Sunsets explores how we idealise our lives, while being deeply suspicious of such.

Sunsets’ imagery is filtered through a rich spectrum of sundown light,  albeit Sicilian, rather than Scheveningean.

 

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the sea spits out a fish

1 March 2024 by 1 Comment

two crows watch the beach

until the sea spits out a fish

flying and then dying on the sand

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two crows pick this fish

to pieces, scoff down their feast,

fly on back inland

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—the crows are lucky

all the gulls were gone—they’d have

had to fight for food:

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they’d have lost it,

weren’t it only witnessed by

a passing poet.

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Omm

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Photo by F. Oomkens

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work in progress: sketch of snow, dunes, sea and dog

18 January 2024 by 6 Comments

 

when we want to live

a life more lit and touched with

fire we need the beach

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where sea throws us waves,

surf singed with feels we can’t share

like words lost in storm

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light snow drifts on dunes

while wind blows cold and dry, we

walk down to the shore—

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foam flies from the waves

like smoke, rolls on soft wet sand,

the dog sniffs, bites it;

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sunlight’s lying on the beach–

wet, shining now the ash-curled waves sink

reflecting sky:

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clouds of flame and ash

float through blue, hidden heaven

soaking into earth

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sky, flames, snow and wind, waves, foam and sand,

they and all of it are never still not ever but they move us

through us as we walk, wish, stand–

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what I see, I write,

and with my words I try to

catch the snow and light

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Photos by F. Oomkens

 

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Crowning Charles

4 May 2023 by 7 Comments

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This crowning of a king

Is a strange, uncomfortable thing:

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Among the watching crowd:

A pleasant peasant madness;

On our screens: choreographed grandness

While unseen cops arrest and make all protest voiceless;

And he who is crowned

Bares visible sadness.

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Meditation LIV (Philippe de Saint Maurice)—on the unknowability of love

12 August 2022 by 1 Comment

This haiku is a translation of one of Philippe de Saint Maurice’s Meditations (the 54th).

As so often with translations of Philippe’s Meditations, whose originals are in a mix of Aramaic, Ancient Greek and Latin (languages in which I’m far from fluent), I’ve relied on intensive discussions with Philippe himself to arrive at the English. This unconventional practice is justified only by Philippe’s perfect command of English in all its forms, as well as of the ancient languages he first used to compose his Meditations.

love is simple yet

impossible to understand:

best just let it be.

The advice—if “best just let it be” is indeed advice—is unlikely ever to have been followed by lovers in the painful phase of passion, but is apt for the kind of unconditional love to which many meditators aspire.

While Philippe never echoes Krishnamurti (say) in injunctions to simplify experience by ceasing to think, love’s simple unknowability is something to which he often returns. He refers elsewhere to love’s “mystical mystery” and in this Meditation seems to say that love should be accepted, left to run its course, and not analysed or attempted to be “understood”.

 

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person

5 June 2022 by 2 Comments

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From Tank Person to

Person, transitioning, stillI

Standing up to power

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I became one with

The tank, then we dissolved, gone—

Person can return.

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Omm

from conversations with my friend

Yu Yan Yip

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The photo is of a rare and wondrous Inchan tree, over 200 years old, in Thailand, which bears two different types of fruit, the In and the Chan, at alternating times each year. In a similar way, one person may develop two different, alternating kinds of being, at alternating times, while remaining the same, consistent person.

This poem is part of a series inspired by the experience of Yu Yan Yip, previously known as Tank Man, who has been on the run and transitioning for many years.

The previous poems in the series are:

– Tank Man

– Tank Person

Photo of the Inchan Tree by Freddie Oomkens taken at Kanchanaburi, Thailand, in 2022

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winter solstice—yule 2021

21 December 2021 by 3 Comments

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

and though the time is festive we can close the darkness out in sleep

until we rise again to greet the waking light

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last night’s cold moon is waning gibbous and the town shines bright

and while the spreading mist and frost grow thick and deep

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

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we walk this world we wish for warmth and all that’s pleasing to our sight

but nightmare deepfake monsters of perverted dreams disturb us in our sleep

until we rise again to greet the waking light

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O pity our poor planet filled with foolish deathly viral agents mired in their own shite

they rave and squall around our godforsaken earth and even as we weep

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

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but there’s a ruthless aimless tenderness in nature’s creatures and in you that rare delight

we find when we’re alert to each mere moment whose uniqueness we can keep

until we rise again and greet the waking light

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now in the southern hemisphere the sun shines at her height

but we are locked in dark and where the shadows creep

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

until we rise again and greet the lengthening light.

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freddie omm

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tank person

5 June 2021 by 2 Comments


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Called a man, then, I

Changed, fluid, freely flowing. Now

I am Tank Person.

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Omm

from conversations with my friend

Yu Yan Yip

 

photo by freddie

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here

14 January 2021 by 4 Comments

I followed a path

thinking that it led somewhere

but it’s ended here—

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It isn’t the road

not taken so much as the

untakeable road—

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Follow my advice:

don’t follow a path—choose the

made up, pathless ways.

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freddie omm

january 2021

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with apologies to robert frost’s road not taken

– the poem is based on a meditation of Philippe de Saint Maurice

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Mistletoe

9 January 2021 by 2 Comments

Mistletoe clusters

On tall bare wintry poplars,

Pale, poisoned berries

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Sowing witches’ brooms

With Saturnalian seed

To spread love’s shrouding

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Solstice potency:

Nurturing nest, fast food for birds,

Spring’s bees, butterflies

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But all’s veiled, still, now—

This short midwinter moment

Death’s reared in beauty

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Breeds life in sticky

Clinging, skeletal branches,

Mistletoe clusters.

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Shall I Compare You

1 January 2021 by 5 Comments

This new sonnet riffs off Shakespeare’s 18th:

…for all those whose love is so fresh and strong it can seem unreal, here’s a sonnet for each and every one of us – Happy New Year!

Shall I compare thee you to a summer’s day… something you’re not?—

To me, you are living poetry

(Not some wordy simulation that can’t be)

And you’re the very essence of what’s hot—

Though similes like darling buds may grow

The sense of us, approximating us,

You’re as unique, incomparable

As our love will always be—deep, unfathomable:

And aren’t all of us much more than sensually defined

Both as couples, and as twinned lone souls (sometimes of one mind)?

Then, in the lives to come, more darling buds shall grow

To blossom free, just like the two of us:

Our loves as indescribable as real

(Although this near perfection sometimes seems unreal).

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Freddie Omm

January 2021

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In Chelsea Old Church

28 December 2020 by 1 Comment

In Chelsea Old Church

(December Evensong: 12 Haiku)

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In Chelsea Old Church

At Evensong on Sunday

I hope, pray, repent

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For the coming year’s

Dates – work, duties, dreams – love’s loose

Change of comings, goings:

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I’m not quite sure who

My confusion of spirits

Would be praying to

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Jesus seems quite far

Our Father even farther,

Holy Ghost most lost

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In faith that is ours

To find by quaint disbelief’s

Dark dusty corners

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Darknesses of this

Church’s memorialised pasts

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Framing spaces where

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A handful of us

Sit, stand, kneel, sing and mumble

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In twilit hangovers

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There’s darkness that turns

As the world turns its seasons round

To joy and gladness

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In the shadows, clouds,

Disintegration delights

Dismantling sadness

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In meadows, poppies,

Gardens by the Thames that bloom

Long centuries long

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Before Thomas More

Prayed, sang here with Erasmus

Wisteria grew

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On the Embankment –

Once a low shore – cars now crawl

Past flowers, me and you.

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Omm

Note: This poem describes a time when I lived down the road from Chelsea Old Church, along Cheyne Walk, where what is now a busy road on the Embankment (the A3212) was a sleepy village shore in Sir Thomas More and Erasmus’ time. More worshipped (and was upbraided for singing) in the church and added a chapel to the south or river-side of the building which, unlike the rest of the church, survived World War II bombing. The church was rebuilt in the 1940s, retaining many of its original features and fixtures – it’s a powerfully atmospheric place.

I used to join Evensong regularly to contemplate the week ahead.

This year, most services have been cancelled – I hope they will soon be able to reconvene, and these twelve haiku (one for each Christmas Day) are humbly dedicated to that outcome.

The painting is by Henry Pether (1800-1865). His father and brother were also painters, known as the “Moonshine Pethers” for their addiction to the hooch and liquors they illicitly brewed in seedy stills on the banks of the river moonlit scenes.

Another of my poems with links to this part of London, Ghosts of Cheyne Walk, was published here last year.

My upcoming book, Migrant Shadows – Sicilian Haiku, will be published by Mad Bear Books in early 2021 – with all profits going to support refugees.

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december blessing (haiku)

13 December 2020 by 3 Comments

days shrink, night e x p a n d s –

light and warmth of close kind friends

make love more intense.

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freddie omm

december 2020

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photograph by siddharth salve

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smile in me

28 November 2020 by Leave a Comment

sometimes when we smile

at some shared joke, it’s as if

you’re smiling in me

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and we’re one wit (as

it were) in one split

                                                          second

when you smile in me

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a smile spilt over

from that mere moment of now’s

spillage of pixels

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past laughter uplifts

us – we’re happiest when shared

smiles float up again

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freddie omm

winter 2020

 

Note: The idea for this haiku chain was sparked by Proust, where he describes Swann’s memory of Odette’s laughter just as he is sinking into disfavour with the Verdurin set: …”il voyait Odette en rire, en rire avec lui, presque en lui.” – Un Amour de Swann, p. 282. The memory of shared laughter lifts us, as it does Swann, bonding us in a timeless bubble with those whose passing laughter we share, becoming especially poignant and powerful when that bond feels as though it might break through separation or drifting apart.

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haunts (haiku)

16 November 2020 by 5 Comments

            oaks spread and twist low

            branches close to damp dark earth

            white sand under wind

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            as time-tinged leaves blow

            rustling past

                                                       migrating birds  

                      vague mists ghost the dunes:

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          time, fog, wraiths and haze –

           insubstantialities

 

            that haunt us all our lives

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freddie omm

november 2020

 

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Loving Light

18 September 2020 by 7 Comments

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All my life I’ve loved

beaches and the beauty of

being on the edge

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Where senses merge like

sex in sand and sky in eyes

we are everywhere

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Feeling a moment

like lifetimes of loving light

from intense shadows

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While feelings blur like

sea in sand and sky in air

we’re here everywhere.

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All my life I’ve loved

beaches and their hot bodies

heating everyone

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(Save folks or times with

lack of lust for life in sex through

mood or age or choice)

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All my life I’ve loved

soft warm curves that turn things hard

tangling everything

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All my life I’ve loved

those days when outlines grow so vague

you shape in the flow

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Like waves washing worlds

that wishes made whole, oceans

smooth and connect us

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All our lives loving

beaches and bodies and love

make us all hotter

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And all our lives’ love

lifts us from life’s heaviness:

makes our lives lighter.

III

All my life I’ve loved

light, I’ve left darkness behind

when stuff got murky

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At dawn if things got

sweaty I might stay on till

stuff got cool again –

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– I get dark sometimes

too, we all do, but try to

leave darkness at dawn

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Omm

September 2020

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O My Days All Blue

14 September 2020 by 1 Comment

O my days all blue

With loves like suns that warm and

Burn us up all through

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Hot nights of turning

On the spit of sleeplessness

Feverish with you

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Blazing together

– Days and nights of endlessness

For making love to

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Freddie Omm

September 2020

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Elysium

8 September 2020 by Leave a Comment

Forever in blue

Light warm day lifts woke souls to

Elysian Fields

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Light that conceals

Leaks among us and links us

Each in sublime joy

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West winds fan our passions

Growing golden flowers to garland

Blessed lit up isles

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Float on light that hides

Night for a bit while gods wake

Heaven is being.

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Words and photo by Freddie Omm

September 2020

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Ripening

31 August 2020 by 2 Comments

The vine writhes in wind –

Sunsoaked leaves, darkening grapes,

Ripening season

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Freddie Omm

August 2020

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in neverland lost

28 July 2020 by 3 Comments


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Strength (RIPped) – haiku puzzle

28 June 2020 by 2 Comments

To go with this little puzzle, some words by Verity Worth:

Becoming strong can come when you fall apart and break down.

You’re overcome by – you melt in – you surrender to – you give your self up to (and in) the present moment.

That moment can be a space filled with overwhelming emotion.

Maybe you are mourning a loss, someone you loved.

Maybe it is the moment itself you are mourning, the intensity of feeling it has evoked that feels as though it’s passing.

You become the moment – the moment becomes you – give yourself to the moment –

You find strength in pulling yourself together, and every time this happens the extra strength seems more, like building muscles.

And yet another part of you feels wasted, emotionally hungover, psychically drained.

The two sides coexist in you, different facets of the same self, two selves within a larger You, like rainclouds amd sun, selves containing many more aspects like scattered pieces in a jumbled jigsaw puzzle.

Neither gains the upper hand for a while, the two sides just about balancing, then matter resolves, the hangover dissipates, it drains away, as is natural, it passes like a cloud.

The pieces can be reassembled.

There’s enough strength in you to grow again.

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Verity

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Ascension

21 May 2020 by 26 Comments

Sunk in the mundane

like a pebble in a pond.

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How rise up again?

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Freddie Omm

Feast of the Ascension

21 May 2020

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an empty beach in summertime

1 May 2020 by 5 Comments

Freeform sonnet and pic by Freddie Omm.

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the new normal (haiku chain)

26 April 2020 by 2 Comments

What is it to be

Normal when our past, now, is

Newly abnormal?

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Wasn’t it always

So, and don’t we overstate,

Slightly, the moment

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We live in – strange times,

Strangely recasting our selves

For the new normal?

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Isn’t it normal,

When living’s new and strange, to

Hope past lives survive?

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Freddie Omm

April 2020

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Distanced Days (April Blooms)

6 April 2020 by 3 Comments

Here in the now we think of then

And them – of times when we

Could meet outside – touch, kiss, hug – when

We felt like it, so free –

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That world of honeyed dreans is lost

In isolated dawn

It succumbed in the last spring frost

And cannot come again

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In April blooms the bees are woke

And drunk on nectar as the evenings wane

They seep and melt through air like smoke –

They may not come again

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We sleepwalked into viral purgatory

Long distanced days of social dystrophy –

But nightmares fade away at dawn

If we can wake again.

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Freddie Omm

April 2020

 

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spring 2020 (health, love: spring springs)

25 March 2020 by 3 Comments

in times of sickness

it’s hard to see spring’s beauty

in the littlest things

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(all the world’s beauty

– sun, skylarks, cherry blossoms –

can’t make this spring spring

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when all the world’s sick,

only health, love, could ever

make spring spring again –

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pale flowers grown on graves

look like little things of health,

love: the seeing is all.

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freddie omm

march 2020

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Love in Times of Quarantine I

19 March 2020 by 3 Comments

This Spring’s a Psycho

Come to take our lives away

While we hide inside

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This March, Spring is Loss

Of what we thought was control

Of our little worlds

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This March, Spring’s gone mad –

Scattering buds of sickness

Seeding fit bodies –

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This Spring is Zombies

The Undead with the Living

(No one knows who’s who)

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This Spring is stealing

All our money, our nest-eggs

For a rainy day

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This Spring spawns madness

We hide ourselves away but

Still the virus comes

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(No wonder we’re scared

And sad and buying loo rolls

To wipe it all away)

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Crazy thief of Time

Of plans, hopes, closeness, futures

Still the virus comes

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While we stay inside

The season of life unfolds

Sick blossoms of death

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Days stretch into days

Blank nights of feverish dreams

Of gone, better times

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Like blossoms floating

On vague streams our memories

Drift down to the sea

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Those gone, better times

When once we sang in crowds now’s

Still, deserted streets

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As we shelter from

These threats we’ve never seen

One small comfort’s true:

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While you come for us,

Psychoid virus, we know death

Soon will come for you.

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Freddie Omm

March 2020

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I took the photo in Villach (once the home of Paracelsus the Alchemist) last month.

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Love in Times of Quarantine II (Lockdown Loving)

17 March 2020 by 1 Comment

Still deserted streets –

Spring’s forgotten earth, lovesick

in times of quarantine

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We’re isolated

Beings – lone, socially-distanced

Bodies in disease:

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Now in spirit we

Should touch each other’s hearts, share

Droplets of airborne love

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Spread lockdown loving

Through springtimes of quarantine

Till the virus leaves.

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Freddie Omm

March 2020

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– love’s words run still (twelve haiku)

20 February 2020 by 1 Comment

things we feel will not

die for want of words to speak

them – those feels will stay

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your breast warm on my chest

heart and tongue’s incoherence

dissolving in sex

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how our words run free

of sense when what we feel speaks

more than we can say

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love shifts forever

infusing lust’s hot moist mouths’

fluent sweet nothings

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the love we feel gone –

ghosted, holed in our hearts alone

swells in silence still

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love remembering

each wordless stroke of the tongue

bodies becoming

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that loss sends us mad

whose griefs we know shall not pass

so we stay still, still

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love like roots in earth

grows deep, inarticulate

all through tacit seasons

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till we cry our loss

pain blurred blind – we’ll not be heard

nor seen as we are

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love is a virus

spreading our sweet infection

mingling genes, bodies

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this is how these words

might speak to those who hear and

feel their inner sense: –

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if what we felt died

through lack of words to speak it

this is how it ends –

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freddie omm

20.02.2020

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Untitled Haiku

30 January 2020 by 2 Comments

Poets play with words

like kids with toys – in this way

We all are poets

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(When our thoughts are cut

up full of rage we need a

Monosyllable

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If we want to make

things complicated we get

Polysyllabic) –

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We all play with words

to shape our worlds according

to our needs and wants:

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Whether or not we

think life’s a game, only words

can change the metaphor.

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Freddie Omm

30 January 2020

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I wrote and published this one on the same morning – this morning. Like many other recent haiku, it is based on one of Philippe de Saint Maurice’s Meditations. The photo was taken on Scheveningen beach recently. The pawprints in the sand are Coco the Dog’s (the copyright, to all of it of course, remains mine!).

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Coming Together (haiku chain)

29 January 2020 by 6 Comments

In the still soft hours

Of night I wake as if alone

In bed although we’re not

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Still there in each space

Between kisses in each breath while

We sleep love completes us

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When we’ve way too much

Unsaid we want to say and

Much unshared to share

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Even in silence

Our closeness warms us fills us

Speaks us forever:

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Coming together

After time apart too long

Fills a voiceless void

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Our lovers’ talk so close

Lasts longer far than mere remembered life

Never really ends

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While we’re together

Hold each moment hold each one

In fullness of love

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Even in silence

Still warmth eloquence love

Speak us forever

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Freddie Omm

(very loosely translated from an original Meditation by Philippe de Saint Maurice)

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I took the photo of the sunset through a window, quite dirty, in San Francisco.

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Stranger (haiku chain)

23 January 2020 by 3 Comments

For millenia, humans

waited for god to show up

Now we are furthest

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from belief – closest

to meeting god in person:

Unwelcome stranger –

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Forever mortals

on earth forget our fate is

Eternal promise

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Eternal waiting

for the life that has no end

Mortals forever

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Unwelcome strangers

to their own lives and planet:

Strange and unwelcome

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Until they embrace

the passing of all that flows

and streams us is all.

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Haiku and picture by Freddie Omm

(Loosely translated from an original Meditation by

Philipe de Saint Maurice)

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The photo was taken at Scheveningen on a windy afternoon last month when the sand was seething along the beach in noisy funnelflows.

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for josephine kate – haiku chain

6 January 2020 by 5 Comments

hey josephine kate

welcome to this wild wide world

you will grow in love –

*

each newborn baby

has wise ones who come to bless,

bring gifts, praise, omens:

*

caspar, melchior,

balthasar – kings with gold, frankincense

and myrrh – following a star.

*

written in the god book

we glow like spells of unspelled words

on the unscrolled page

*

will we float in light

like morning mist on frost still white

as night’s evening dawns –

*

will we make our homes

watched by the gods of ourselves

scanning our future?

*

written in that god book

spells untold on unscrolled page

speak the unspelled age.

*

**

*

freddie omm

epiphany 2020

Our cousin, Josephine Kate Bader, was born on Christmas Day 2019, making triply apt this Epiphany welcome on Twelfth Night, the night of the Magi’s visit.

The Magi, or Three Kings, bringing their gifts to the baby Jesus, from a 6th century mosaic at Sant’Appolinaire Nuovo, in Ravenna.

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streaming (haiku chain)

31 December 2019 by 3 Comments


at year’s end we try

to let what’s done and doing

settle in our minds

*

our memories edit

us in a flowing sequence

like a narrative

*

mishmashing hot nights

that wake lush fantasies of

love made (up) just right

*

as kaleidoscopic

impressions make up all our lives,

bye bye bygones stream

*

a vision of us

on waking up in beds we

don’t quite remember

*

to be joyful we should

see life as though providence

really worked for us:

*

(without edits like

random words our streamed stories

make no kind of sense)

*

our dreams of bliss are

real when woke in each other’s

arms in homely beds

*

each day we give fresh

meaning to lives streaming by

loving each other

*

**

*

freddie omm

new year’s eve 2019

*

The kaleidoscope collage is made up of kaleidoscope photos which I shot of various subjects over the past few days, including Coco the Dog, trees and skies, our Christmas tree, etc.

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chiffchaff (haiku chain)

20 December 2019 by 7 Comments

 

before the snow falls….

this winter, we’ll warm ourselves

with wine and firelight

*

within tall sheltering walls

we’ll lighten lovelost shadows

through this longest night

*

green-winged chiffchaff calls

warbling from the weeping winter willows: –

woke spirits take flight

*

**

*

freddie omm

the hague

winter solstice, 2019

*

The chiffchaff (pictured below) has an onomatopoeic name evoking its song (cf Dutch: tjiftjaf; German: Zilpzalp) – even though the trilling chirrups of the chiffchaffs I’ve heard sound more like chee chee than chiffchaff. (And how, in any case, could a bird produce an ff , let alone an lp sound?)

Most chiffchaffs who breed in Europe migrate south in winter, but they seem quite keen on the continent, arriving earlier in spring, and leaving later in autumn than other birds.

Avian heralds of global warming, many of these summer colonists are now becoming permanent residents, overwintering by Dutch and Belgian coasts, the English Channel, on southern Welsh and Irish shores, in Normandy and Britanny, and along the Mediterranean.

For all that, this slightly bastardised haiku chain isn’t exclusively about chiffchaffs, much as I love their presence and the vigorous, spirit-enlivening brio of their song.


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we come alive

12 November 2019 by 11 Comments

from the way we act
when we’re in love you’d think love
wounds and hurts us most
*
in life – though things far
bitterer are daily thought and done –
love hits us hardest
*
– at times though we seem not
to even know we’re alive
while we’re here living
*
we can’t remember
our births, don’t believe in our
deaths – all too human
*
errors throughout life
shape our being – our delicate
small blue fragile world –
*
it’s quite likely that
love changes us because love
makes us come alive
*
as time goes past pain
fades but love’s the thing that lasts
to save us from ourselves
*
when we kiss and touch
our loving tenderness makes
hard living softer
*
we come alive then
love ourselves into being
loving mortal gods
*

**

*

freddie omm

*

**

*

This haiku chain is loosely translated from a Meditation of Philippe de Saint Maurice.

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hurrian hymn

1 November 2019 by 3 Comments


Sounders of the Depths is Emma Talbot’s exhibition at GEM in The Hague (next to the Photography and Kunstmuseum). It features brilliant, visceral installations (photocollage of selected works above). The show’s soundtrack, serendipitously, is a recording of Hurrian Hymn 6, the earliest piece of transcribed music (c. 1400 BC) – and it’s serendipitous because I wrote this haiku chain about it, some of whose preoccpuations resonate with Talbot’s work:

hurrian hymn

as we humans sing

for the goddess of the moon

singing creates us

*

now we come alive

in a forgotten language

past and unsurpassed

*

words from long ages

of birth, death and love relived

make us only us

*

being an offering –

the oldest song in the world

written in our blood

*

printed on this clay

by god through genes of humans

words and melodies

*

our voices swelling

the endlessly singing silence

breath of timeless sound

*

thirty three centuries

in a blind eye’s blink – always

we sing of presence

*

always we are song

mostly so when discomposed

in discord suffering

*

we’re never to be

silenced or wiped out as we

sing ourselves alive

*

**

*

omm

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haiku

31 October 2019 by 2 Comments

in case you’re puzzled –

these are my latest haiku

fresh from instagram

 

freddie omm

*

**

*

The haiku on the bottom right (“Ego Fires”) is based on a Meditation by Philippe de Saint Maurice.

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dialogue

15 October 2019 by 6 Comments

Meditations of Philippe de Saint Maurice, which I’m turning into English haiku, will be published by Mad Bear Books. The Meditations give insights into spiritual growth, so I’m posting a few here, interspersed with other work.

The first was gulls, the second surf, and the third is dialogue:

dialogue’s great but with

each their own idiolects

words spin their own worlds

*

**

*

freddie omm

october 2019

The spider sculpture is called “Maman” and is by Louise Bourgeois who associated her mother with spiders (“spiders are helpful and protective, just like my mother”). This casting of the sculpture (there is one original in stainless steel at the Tate Modern and six in bronze that go on tours) is visiting the lawn outside Museum Voorlinden in The Hague.

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ventura beach revisited

25 September 2019 by 10 Comments

 Freddie in Ventura

*

those amber sunsets

never set but hung in mind

resplendent always

*

many years before

this beach and all that’s on it

were now, were mine

*

time was not what it

now is nor is becoming

each moment stayed whole

*

the waves held me fast

while the wind blew permanence

over solid sand

*

gulls sat in the sky

as if transfixed or painted

by a maker’s hand

*

 

*

a kid on a beach

– in the timeless space of life –

that kid’s always now

*

**

*

freddie omm

ventura, september 2019

*

The first of my haiku chains about Ventura beach was published here in December 2014: on ventura beach. I wrote this new one and took the photo while revisiting the beach last week. 

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surf

21 June 2019 by 5 Comments

Meditations of Philippe de Saint Maurice, which I’m editing and transforming into haiku, will be published by Mad Bear Books. The Meditations offer insights into spiritual growth. I’ll be posting a few in advance here, interspersed with other work.

The first was gulls.

The second is surf:

our loves are dolphins

weaving wild unwinding waves

in and out of sight

*

our sentiments are seals

on rocks submerged in ocean

slicked in ceaseless tides

*

our thoughts’ sea lions

flap and flip on cold bare shores

to breed in rookeries

*

our lives’ deep mysteries

will swim and sink and drift through

phosphorescing seas

*

like drops in quick waters

loves, thoughts, lives are liquid

flowing surfing beings

*

**

*

freddie omm

june 2019

text by freddie omm, header pic by pagie page, footer pic by daniel h. tong

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still

5 June 2019 by 1 Comment


*

**

*

Decades pass by, while

Moment of eternity

Stands still, like a tank.

*

**

*

Omm

*

Photos of tank in Ukraine taken by Dmitri Bukhantsov in February 2022 and added, with thanks to Dmitri, to this post later.


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here right now (lit like sparks in rain)

31 December 2018 by 7 Comments

lost in your head

– a maze in shade, leaves in fall

blown autumnal memories

*

your mind’s lost and found

place of missed discoveries:

space to be, begin

*

become right here, be

fresh and free like that loved child

you were and yet will be

*

in this place of warmth

(this then’s the only way in?)

welling from your core

*

and you’re here right now

as these words flit through your brain

lit like sparks in rain

*

in our synapses

no unlinked unwoke spaces

no clueless faceless faces –

*

flaming in the flow

of watery reflections

you are here right now.

*

**

*

Omm

december 2018

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canoes in the dusk

9 December 2018 by 3 Comments

splintering sea – deep

troughs of sunset waves – shade, swell,

breathing dreams of sleep

*

lost in waking waves –

our canoes launch liquid lives

in limitless dusk.

*

**

*

Omm

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holy ghosts – haiku chain

19 April 2018 by 4 Comments

all our holy ghosts

live in us, and we in them –

love’s eternal haunting:

*
blithe spirits spook us

from deserted dunes – singing

sands, rustled by winds –

*
heartbeat-storms roil round

the beach, rouse stomping wildness,

clamour in our veins:

*
we are the children

– and parents – of the past

in love’s family

*
whose children succeed

give birth to generations

for eternity

*
mother father child

live and grow and give their love

timeless trinity

*
all our holy ghosts

live in us as we in them

we are love eternal

*
Omm

Spring 2018

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wake for the winter – cold front, february-march 2018 – haiku chain

27 February 2018 by 2 Comments

we all have it in us

this dying for summer this

dawning in darkness

*

like buds at the tips

of february twigs we grow

and feel its stirring

*

springtime inside us

until a cold front snuffs out

our wake for the winter

*

a crocus-white chill

grabs us not from the grave but

its deep dark bed of earth

*

winter clasps us tight

anew and what we wished gone

we take it back again

*

like people waved goodbye

come back and kissed afresh our

winter wishes woke

*

we hug them to warm us

our needs and loves we never lose

we have them all in us

*

Omm

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st valentine’s eve – anna and floris: 1270

13 February 2018 by 1 Comment

at dusk she kisses him

mushymouthed and clinging breathless breast

to breast their smooth commingling

hard then fluid tender melting

*
cool hot creamy sex when two

so made so shaped for one another

couple up as one in one

*
dissolving her in him in her like milk in tea

and in the pearl-pale moisture bleeding from those honeyed lips

and in the sweet salt sweat of thighs and loins

*
she cries he too

for in that kindling consummate moment

they come consumed to be together

*
all thought given up

yesterday today no more tomorrow

she wonders how such mindless mindfulness surrenders

*

she wonders is that it then when valentine dawns

*
when is tomorrow then

when I and you become us

and she conceives as day in night is born

and fused and found forever lost that moment

*
when together now

we come as close as one can be to one

then is tomorrow and tomorrow’s past

*
Omm 

valentine’s eve into day 2018

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space in our mind

9 February 2018 by 2 Comments

there is a space in our mind

where thoughts are formed

which we do not express

when let’s say you catch a glance of someone

in the street

who smiles and you smile back but pass by

and forget about them

although you’ve never known them to start with

until days later you wake

in the night

from the darkness of a vanished dream

about some other person and their smile

that passing instant returns like a flash

to you vivid as lightning and fades as quickly

in bleached black

yet has left its impression

as if imprinted on your brain

so when you look away a shadow

of it still is there smudged

in faded pigments

like the glimpse of a ghost

of something you don’t quite believe

in

or a déja-vu of such familiar oddity

that it’s unsettling and draws you close

in

as a lover lost from long ago

who seems suddenly close and wants to hug

you back from your absence to feel

the sort of things that you cannot describe

*

 Omm

8 february 2018


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shoredays, yoredays: seven haiku on a beach

30 January 2014 by 6 Comments

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now, then, soon – shoredays,

wave-lapped hours, wind-spun and warm

like summer kisses

*

blown in midwinter

distillated on our lips

blissed out, oh! timeless

*

yoredays – flown, but here

with you forever, come spring

and the buds and birds –

*

skies drunk on light, blue

till blacked-out, then flopping blank

on a spinning globe

*

summerled like myth,

tripping out on dewy toes –

yoredays, yours, mine, theirs,

*

the only sure thing

left is love in all our lives,

strewn along the dunes

*

days of sun, shoredays –

all transilluminated,

hewn in memory

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who am i (lana wachowski)

23 January 2014 by 6 Comments

for lana wachowski

001Lana-Wachowski

… who am i, and when

wachowski to wachowska

metamorphosized

♥

was there a moment

before i became me? – no,

and yet i wonder…

♥♥

what turns us queerly

recast in a different film

to act against type?

♥♥♥

(type?) (without a face?)

life’s not some single screenplay…

(type?) (without a cast?)

♥♥♥♥

we ask ourselves this

not knowing if an answer

ever was, will be:

♥♥♥♥♥

never yet someone,

neither a nonentity

nor quite nobody

♥♥♥♥

mostly we don’t ask

for fear of wondering, lost

in rapt selflessness

♥♥♥

one eye on the road

which tears our lives inside out

one hand on the wheel

♥♥

and we become one

body, not anybody,

don’t ask who am i…

♥

♥♥

♥

22nd January 2014

note:

i admire lana wachowski’s work a lot and also her general attitude to stuff (as far as one can make out from her few public statements) – she combines humour with intelligence and experimentation – artistic bravery, openminded energy, a sense of inspirational anarchy…

i wrote this poem in one go last night just after i’d been thinking about her life so far.

(it is likely to get edited, tweeted and played with, being in the nature of an experiment, one of my haiku chains…)

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endings & beginnings

31 December 2013 by 5 Comments

my new year’s message this year is this quaint little ditty. i was writing out the fair copy this morning when i was interrupted not by a man from porlock but a mother-in-law from neuss bearing presents. so i had to finish it on a fresh sheet of paper which i then stuck together so you can see that the interruption came at a pertinent point:

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for those who cannot decipher my writing:

 

                                                                  endings & beginnings

                                                                  (in a winter’s garden)

BEGIN with the word that comes first, like light

from a twilit winter’s garden, when soft rainfalls

drop on dewy, leaf-pocked grass, showering bright

like a sudden flow of MOMENTS through the calls

of a goosequilled V tooting past, this starry night…

*

I sometimes try to freeze TIME, so it stops

and in an INSTANT feel and think all blend

and merge within MOMENTS—consciousness drops

like heaven’s rainfall in a winter garden—

inconsummate, unbegun, word without END,

*

but now SOMETIMES I forget such somethings,

and in your love I’ve found SEASONS to care

about the here, NOW, not some perfected place where

there are no more ENDINGS and BEGINNINGS.

                                                                                              freddie o

                                                                        viersen, 29-31 december 2013

 

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love became a lonely land: autumnal haiku chain

12 September 2013 by 12 Comments

leaves on loam

leaves like love let go

spiral down to snoozing earth,

dark, russet-brown loam.

*

when fall took those leaves

love became a lonely land—

warmth withdrawn, wan sun’s

*

waning light bled slow

blind trails of mud and sodden

footsteps veined with ice

*

wan sun's waning light bled slow blind trails

where ghosts shadowed past,

skulked all through that leafless land

to haunt our autumns…

*

stark, unfelled, strange-boughed—

love’s remains in lonely land:

bare old beeches, clumped,

*

storm-ridden and gaunt,

sheltering our homeless hearts,

winterblown—like us,

*

love’s a vagabond

wandering to a nameless place

of endless leaving—

*

on tracks untravelled

from fall to spring, we will see

leaves, let go, return.

leaves, let go, return

leaves, let go, return

___________________________________________________________________________________

 – I originally wrote this haiku chain on Twitter — a bad habit of mine — poetry on Twitter being so hit and miss, nobody’s looking for it — but I find it a good place maybe for knocking out a first draft.

– When I’d written it I thought Love is a lonely land was a new phrase but then I checked and I saw I had actually lifted it (subconsciously…) from an old, sweet song.

–  This was Billie Holiday’s beautiful, mournful Deep Song (by Cory and Cross), which includes the line:

Love lives in a lonely land

and ends:

Love is a barren land, a lonely land/A lonely land.

–  That’s a song I must have listened to more than a couple dozen times since childhood (my parents also loved Billie Holiday).

– At any rate, my haiku chain has ended up as a sort of retort — a positive echo if you like — to the somewhat bleak sentiments of Deep Song…

– So thanks to Billie, Cory and Cross!

– And here’s their song in all its glory:

Billie Holiday: Deep Song

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earthgrazing haiku

9 September 2013 by 10 Comments

moon and bay

moon and bay

In Dorset last month one evening after tea – and till well after midnight – there were some excellent meteor showers.

Spread out on our backs, on a tumulus on the clifftops above Higher Eype, we watched them.

I wrote this haiku chain about it:

earthgrazers
(meteor showers over the dorset coast)

peckish at tea-time:
pot warmed, kettle on the boil
as the light draws in

around the cottage –
fog furling up from the sea
all this moist evening

our minds soaked, softened
in warm cups of reflection,
dunked choccy biscuits –

scones with clotted cream
and jam, gentleman’s relish
on hot buttered toast.

we climb up the hill
to the clifftop tumulus,
sheep and cows around –

the sky inking in
those unscrolled constellations
crawling with time’s myths,

scanning heaven for
asteroids and meteorites,
bright trails clustered in

radiating lights,
mirrored waves, blank deep waters
where night takes a breath,

and then we look out
– wide-eyed, longing no longer –
appetites replete,

scattered meteor showers
sketch the intermittent sky
with points of parting:

radiant perseids,
earthgrazers, cosmic debris –
while we watch, starstruck,

and only the dog
is still on the hunt for more,
chasing her own tail…

dorset, august 2013

coco looking for her own tail

coco looking for her own tail

(“earthgrazers”, by the way, are meteors which fly close to the horizon, slowly, in the early evening… i like the way it could just as well describe us humans – and animals, too – grazers all upon this earth)

 

 

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lovelife mutations

14 June 2011 by Leave a Comment

life is a ghostwritten script
a half-heard whispered soundtrack
of cues and quotes we’ve ripped
from old remastered notes, unverified facts…

                    *

life is an unwritten message –
never sent, unborn, undead,
relating a world without age
where words merely babble, only read

                    *

to alter their sense
and scatter random clues which give
us relics of self, and change the tense –
a poem of birth to live.

                    *

and we retrace our poems of birth
alive in love in every time
and every breath
whose heartbeat pumps our rhyme –

                    *

our poetry mutates
us and those who heed
our words in altered states
wake love out of need.

                                freddie
                                june 2011

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past lost lies

5 December 2010 by 3 Comments
past lost lies, by f.k.omm

it’s an old poem i wrote back in the day.

it is an octet and goes like this:

. . . i have spent my day procrastinating
each hour postponing the next, so sad
to be without the love i want so bad
as my past lost lies, insinuating
each one into my soul, driving me mad
with lust to be once again without lust
to lose you, let you go with timeless trust,
the best i had, or ever dreamed i had . . .

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