Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Oh, the first stroke.
Oh, the brush
that makes
the stroke.
Oh, the hair
of the brush.
Oh, wind
in the hair
of the man
who made
the brush
that makes
the stroke.
Oh, snow
on the mountain
cooling the wind.
Oh, the thousand
petals falling
like snow
on the mountain.
Oh, butterfly
under the stroke
I've made.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Ah, yes, the line,”
he said. “How you
break it is how
you make it.”
*
“Why
this word and
not that?
This is
not that.”
*
“Make plans and you
will be disappointed
by your progress.
Do not make plans and you
will drift on any wind.
Disappointment is
the only way forward.”
Saturday, July 24, 2010
THE OLD POET SAYS
“How much can you
leave out?” they asked.
“You can leave it
all out,” he said.
“What we add isn't
necessary.”
*
“Sometimes you rhyme
to show you can,and sometimes you don't
give a damn.”
*
“I can write
my poems on
anything,”
he said,
“best of all,
your heart.”
Friday, July 23, 2010
