Sunday, January 31, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Silly poet,”
he said. “You

want them to
call your play,

but you can't
run your route.”

*

“Yup,” said the poet,
“you always

talk about yourself
in the second

or third person.”


*

“Murmur
of words,

the drone,”
he said.

“I get
no sleep,

no rest
from buzz

and shriek
and cry.

I get
even

more from
silence.”


Saturday, January 30, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAID


“Words,” he said, “they will
talk you to death

if you let them.”

*

“Most of the time,”
the poet said,

“it sounds like
turkeys talking.

But listen hard,
you'll hear

the poem.”

*

“You can't plan the poem,”
the poet said, “but you can

plan to be ready
when the poem comes.”


Friday, January 29, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 29

Marks in the bright snow,
someone sending peculiar code.


Thursday, January 28, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 28

Slow
road, yet

nothing
to do

but go.


Wednesday, January 27, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 27

Snow,
banked
as if

we fear
shortage.


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 26

Nothing
this morning

but light,
brightness

like a fever.


Monday, January 25, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 25

A rising
light chases
fog. Again

I am
bound away.

Friday, January 22, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 22

There and
not there.

Sometimes
the wind.


Thursday, January 21, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 21

The sun will
come up. It
always does.

Here we wait,
impatient.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 20

Wisdom of a blue
morning - the wind

lifts; the day
turns, returns.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 19

Clouds out over the
lake

sixty miles from
where

I sit in sun.

Monday, January 18, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 18

Last of night,
first of morning.

The stranger
diminishes us

with his going.

Friday, January 15, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 15

Smell of
coffee

brewing.
The cup

waits.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 14

Cannot
undo the day,

Cannot fly -
trudge towards

darkness as
night

comes after.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 13

Wild turkeys on a grey field -
“Seven, come eleven.”

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 12

Wind
and light

and all
that lifts

the day.

Monday, January 11, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 11

Bits of
decay

and hope.
Red tail

settles
in
the hawk

tree. How
does one

begin
again?



Friday, January 08, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 8

All the talk,
talk, talk -

nothing more
than wind in

the trees.


Thursday, January 07, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 7

Light? No light?
My dimness

all the same.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 6

Something to believe in?
The wind, the raw sky,

the promise of sun,
breaking through.


Tuesday, January 05, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 5

Whatever
the sky,

whether
the grey,

even
without

sun, a
new day.


Monday, January 04, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 4

Scraping sky
barely lit,

and wind
moving it.

Friday, January 01, 2010

LINES FOR JANUARY 1

“Show me your bubbies,”
he said.

“I'll show you my poem.”

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