Wednesday, September 30, 2020

RESURRECTION 


 Resurrection:
we are

 the stuff of
dead stars.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

SLOW GREAT 


Slow great
blue heron

in the great
blue sky.

Where are we
going? Will

we know when
we get there?



# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:10 AM

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

DEATH IS 


 Death is
a patient
merchant:

 knows
we are all
buyers;

 knows
no one else
is selling.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

FLASH / OF AUTUMN 


Flash
of autumn.

The year
has gotten
away again.

I can't
go home

because I'm
already there.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:25 AM

Monday, September 28, 2020

A WEED IS 


 A weed is
the flower
you don't want;

 the desert
an emptiness
in your heart.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

WHAT FILLS THE SPACE 

 
What fills the space
the light held

when the star burns
out and the last

of the brightness
reaches us?

That emptiness
then will be

eternal,
yes, as will

the silence when
love's last words

are finished.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:13 AM

Sunday, September 27, 2020

DO NOT FEAR 


 Do not fear
the pain you know.

 Already you wear it
like an old coat.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

BIRDS LIKE 

 
Birds like leaves
on the autumn trees.

The world knows
its business.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:53 AM

Saturday, September 26, 2020

OUR TWIN 


 Our twin
is the

 dying
we go

 into.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

OF DEATH 


Animals
do not think
of death.

Oh, they know
loss, yet
they also know

everything
transforms.
The caterpillar

becomes
the butterfly.
The fallen

tree becomes
the earth.
All the rain

becomes
the ocean.
They have no

need to think
death is
more than this.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:03 AM

Friday, September 25, 2020

SO MUCH 


 So much
nothing, a

 concentrated
wish of

 silence, an
experienced

 emptiness, a
door closed

 and secured.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

CONSONANTS & VOWELS 


Consonants
are important

but you must
love the vowels,

especially
the awful

wide ones which
signal the end

of the poem
like a clasp

slowly closed,
then snapped.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 7:59 AM

Thursday, September 24, 2020

CANNOT BELIEVE 


 Cannot believe
all this universe

 is only here
just for us.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

SUN THROUGH 

 
Sun through the trees.
Tiger stripes of daylight.

Morning yawns and stretches.
Afternoon waits.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:00 AM

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