at light sleeping

at light sleeping

at light sleeping

I’m running on empty my fallen angel

but now I can see lights on

and a tv on in the house

she was a talented pianist

I only heard her practise twice in 3 years

but next door a piano has not been tunes for thirty years

little hymns played

and bass line vague scordatura

probably hunting for the shock of the gate closing

and rusty sound squeaks every morning at the hour

early it used to seem but not now

awake aware

at light sleeping

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12 poems 13 lines

twice upon a time

twice upon a time

Twice upon a time

Yesterday we had lindy and wafer

so what

lindy’s mum lilliana seems to have been a bit unforgettable

shame about the wrest plank

anyway pinned myself together

# could you write me a real story

# I don’t writely rightly know

# how did it go

twice upon a time

we’ll start at the very beginning now

there we were in the half light

when whatever

no parking here I’m afraid

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12 poems 13 lines

all go

the all go

All go

Count me in then if that’s it

that’s it count me in a sound proof room

but you can still starlings and trams

her trams

bus conductress with her green eyes shadow

eyes at me and safely kept her guard on long hands

safe the four minutes

ahead all go

starry night and piano

flight of fancy

how surreal the hand pains

and subter fugues and preludes slog slow working

all the time and stops and over again but at least it was time

no 18

Virginia Aurora Scott 2016

 

12 poems 13 lines

the friday window

the friday window

 

the friday window

I can’t read the time where I am sitting

and the clock on the church spire

outside the friday piano window

must have the sun in my eyes

through window to the back of me

this move

why shift time when I only wanted to write

move hands move over the keys

bleat bell and lindy learning fast over the hammering key stop

hammering in her head

her soft head

page glow dark shark of a shadow

never really mastered the art of looking behind the screen

no 8 

Virginia Aurora Scott 2016

 

12 poems 13 lines

composition for solo piano and light

I could hear her

I could hear her in the womb
could hear her in the womb
hear her in the womb
her in the womb
in the womb
the womb
womb
the womb
in the womb
her in the womb
hear her in the womb
could hear her in the womb
I could hear her in the womb

Virginia Aurora Scott
9/12/2005

the dormaclock ap 11

nesses

Nesses

sweelinck piano the other day   wanted to write some poetry   but instead   the incessantly cross tilt of word upon word   where’s the senselessness   ness   nesses at the edge of the world

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