Monday, November 30, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 30

"Shine of pigeons
in the sun -

afternoon again,
and nothing done

but this, words
like a bucket

of cold water."



Friday, November 27, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 27

“How do you
do that,” they

asked the poet,
“compose poetry

at seventy
miles per hour?”

“It's in the
hands,” he said, “all

in the hands.”


Thursday, November 26, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 26

“You go up the mountain,”
said the poet,

“so you can come down.
It's the coming down

that's important.
Don't pretend otherwise.”


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 25

“Let it loose,” he said,
“whatever it is.

Let it loose. There's
no telling what

will come of it.”


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 24

“What makes us
poets?” He responded,

“We can't outrun
our demons.”


Monday, November 23, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 23

“You say you need inspiration?”
he said. “Kick the sleeping bear.”


Friday, November 20, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 20

“Writer's block?”
the poet said.

“Maybe you should
drive truck.

There is no
truck driver's block.”


Thursday, November 19, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 19

“The young write long
poems,” he said, “though

the old may have
more to say.”


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 18

“Set it down,”
the poet said.

“Leave it there.
If it's yours,

it will come
when you call it.”


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 17

“Sometimes so many
words come to me,”

the poet said, “I
can't hear myself.”


Monday, November 16, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 16

“Words,”
the poet said,

“you can't
use them all,

only yours.
The first task

is to know
which are yours.”


Friday, November 13, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 13

“Write some thing,”
the poet tells them.

“Write any thing.”


Thursday, November 12, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 12

“Layers!” he said.
“They want layers!

It's all I can do
to find the surface.”


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 11

“Oh, yes,”
he said,
“I have

wasted
my life

with poetry.
Guilty
as charged.”


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 10

“Do you do drugs?”
they asked him.
“We don't understand you.”

“I am a poet,” he said.
“No need for drugs.”


Monday, November 09, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 9

“You know,” he said,
“if you're going to
write poetry,

you might as well
play the horses.
People understand

that, at least.”


Friday, November 06, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 6

“Too much hurry
to worry.

Cannot wait to
lay words straight.

Let them tumble,
roll and tumble,

all night long.
Too much hurry

to worry.”


Thursday, November 05, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 5

“You say you want to,
so why aren't you?”


Wednesday, November 04, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 4

“Like a joke
without a straight-man,

without the punch-line,
only more.”


Tuesday, November 03, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 3

“A sonnet and a few
bucks will buy you coffee,”

he said, “where a sonnet
alone won't get you

even the empty cup.”


Monday, November 02, 2009

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 2

“Words, words, words, words,
and what they mean, or might.

Sound and the echo of it
back, and nothing.”


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