Wednesday, March 31, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 31

Some places
nothing but wind,

and dust
to give it color.

Some places
just the wind.


Tuesday, March 30, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 30

Miles before me,
into the drowsy grey.


Monday, March 29, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 29

Horses
on the hillside -

makings
of a story.


Sunday, March 28, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“You worry
your words
so much

they turn
and flee.
Then you

complain
of writer's
block.”

*

“If carpenters
fussed as much
as poets,

we'd all fall
through the floor.”

*

“Some-
times you don't

know
how the lines

will
break until

you're
done and some-

times
you never

know.”


Saturday, March 27, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“You keep talking,”
the poet said,

“but all you do
is repeat yourself.

If you have nothing
more to say,

shut up.”

*

“What does it
cost me, this

slowing down
to see the world?

What do I gain
by losing?”

*

“How to write?”
The poet said,

“You practice
every day

and you wait.”


Friday, March 26, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 26

You do the math -
how many gods

for this much world?


Thursday, March 25, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 25

By what
nick of luck

am I not
that magpie?


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 24

Going into the storm -
Not choosing is a choice.


Tuesday, March 23, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 23

Veer of snow
in wind like

daylight in
the mountains.


Monday, March 22, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 22

Trees stir the sky -
the snow flies.


Sunday, March 21, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“My sass,”
he said

“is a sauce
made of words.”

*

“Why keep my
crippled work?

I can't let go
the half-formed

notion.”

*

“All of us going nowhere
at a high rate of speed.”


Saturday, March 20, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Roll
of the tongue,
the words -

Why
does a fellow
want to?

What
is it
he needs?”

*

“If you want to
write,” he said,

“listen. Listen
for the voices.”

*

“The man with words -
Is there nothing

he cannot say?”


Friday, March 19, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 19

The very
whiteness
of snow in

the air
darkens
the sun.


Thursday, March 18, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 18

Slurry of
wind and snow -

how far from
home is

too far?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 17

Farmsteads in the veil of snow -
a city lost in mist.


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 16

Slow-going snow.
The wind pushes back.


Monday, March 15, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 15

Wind and
wonder -

snow drifts
block the road.


Sunday, March 14, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Yes,

silence
for wisdom

requires

wisdom
for silence.”

*

“Turn words
and find more.

Turn the world,
find everything.”

*

“If the poem
has bones,

form is mere
formality.”


Saturday, March 13, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Why poetry?
Because

the frog jumps.

Why short
poems?

Because
he does not

jump far.”

*

“Words?
I have

plenty.
Let me

waste some.
Let me

waste some
more. How

about you?
Waste some

too?”

*

“The poem -
such a

conversation
we'd have,

if we could.”


Friday, March 12, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 12

A wall of snow,
like silence.


Thursday, March 11, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 11

Cold blue spill of sky.
The wise crow does not fly.


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 10

Light on the lay of snow.
The day goes where the days go.


Tuesday, March 09, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 9

Another day,
clear and bright -

blue jewels
of snow,

the fire
of light.

Monday, March 08, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 8

Late afternoon
sun spills its cream
on the melting

snow, which is still
deep. It's March, yet
spring seems far off.


Sunday, March 07, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Where did it go?”
they asked.

“Where did what go?”
he said.

“Now you see it,
now you don't.”

*

“Lies, a fragile
tissue,” he said,

“and truth not
much more sturdy.”

*

“Pay attention,”
he said. “One

moment can
undo you.”


Saturday, March 06, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“You mean you just
sit there waiting
for words,” they said.

“Yes,” he said.
“There's poetry
in waiting.”

*

“It is the rush
to expression,”
he said,

“which spoils it.”

*

“Yeah,” he said, “this is
being a poet.

I can
do it all day.”


Friday, March 05, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 5

So the sun
says howdy
to the gloom -

this
moment of

light.


Thursday, March 04, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 4

Again
the somber end

of grey day.


Wednesday, March 03, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 3

The hawk is
sitting low.

Today is about
small things.

Even the crow
knows nothing

except that hope
is a kind of

uselessness.


Tuesday, March 02, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 2

Four crows
putting their heads
together -

still nothing.


Monday, March 01, 2010

LINES FOR MARCH 1

How is it
I go, yet

the road stays?


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