Wednesday, June 30, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 30

Sunlight
and shadow of cloud

and sunlight
and shadow of cloud

and sun
and cloud

and cloud.


Tuesday, June 29, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 29

Red-wing blackbird
breasts a green wind,

rises like fire.


Monday, June 28, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 28

Like the green hills
summer rolls on.


Sunday, June 27, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“You have to
believe some of
this stuff,”

he said,
“to see it.”

*

“The world is full
of words I would not
use in a poem,

yet I would leave
no thing out.”

*

“Everything
is poetic,”
he said,

“yet no thing
is the poem.”


Saturday, June 26, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Ha, poet! Beaten
by an old lady

in a fast car.”

*

“Do not write
for fame,”
the poet said.

“Do not write
for money.
Write instead

the clawing words,
the ones which
choke you,

and hope.”

*

“Write til your hands
are bleeding. Now

you're getting somewhere.”


Friday, June 25, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 25

Sorrow is this
cup of emptiness.


Thursday, June 24, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 24

Same day.
Different sun.

The fire of
morning comes

undone.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 23

“Last Chance Restaurant” -

stop in before we're gone!


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 22

“Ear Corn For Sale” -

get your yesterday's
sun here today.


Monday, June 21, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 21

Tomorrow, a fever
which will not break.

.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Better to fail
writing a real
poem, than to

try and slide by
with tricks.”

*

“The word comes
crashing down.

Oh, how you
want to be heard.

Oh, how hopeless
the sounds, the silence.

You cannot unspeak
the unspoken.”

*

“Sometimes
it's only

words, and
sometimes

it's your heart,
torn out.”


Saturday, June 19, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“I sit and wait,
nothing to say.

Doesn't mean
there's nothing here,

only that it
escapes me.”

*

“Your style,” he said,
is that which you

can't keep from doing.”

*

“Sometimes I remember
what I forgot to write, so

sometimes I write it.”


Friday, June 18, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 18

Alfalfa field
touched by wind,

this green, and that.


Thursday, June 17, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 17

Green wall
of pines,
the wind

digging
up bones.


Wednesday, June 16, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 16

Stillness.
Not enough

wind to make
a leaf

tremble.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 15

Dust, and the wind
that does not

let it rest.


Monday, June 14, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 14

A lazy circle -
turkey vulture

on wings of wind.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Emblems, yes.
Symbols? I

know nothing
of symbols.

The crow is
always crow

and sometimes
speaks of
sadness.”

*

“Words are like
buzzing insects. Catch them
if you can.”

*

“Poet, like a fine
martini, shaken

not stirred on this
corduroy road.”


Saturday, June 12, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Beats like a drum.

Pulses like blood
hot with love.

Words the way
we moan our awe.

Wisdom the silence
between all things.”

*

“Sometimes the shape haunts us
until we've filled it.”

*

“The under-
layment of

wisdom is
silence.”


Friday, June 11, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 11

Claw at
sorrow.

Sorrow
snarls.


Thursday, June 10, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 10

RHYME
in big block
letters

on the side
of a truck -

a whole
load of it?


Wednesday, June 09, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 9

Eventually even
a blind squirrel gets

killed on the road.


Tuesday, June 08, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 8

New day. Same sun.
What you get is

what you've got, and
it is enough.


Monday, June 07, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 7

A meandering
day - sun spilled
on the water.


Sunday, June 06, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“If you're
at the edge,”
he said,

“push on.
What you're
looking for

is not much
farther.”

*

“How to write?
Establish
a strict routine,

then smash it.”

*

“Hold your words
gently, until

they cut you,”
the poet said,

“then hold them tight.”

Saturday, June 05, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Yes. I recommend biscuits
with the hot sausage gravy.

Poetry needs some of that.”

*

“Yeah, I know -
church mice are

poor as poets.
So claw the sky

and cry.”

*

“Is it bad luck,”
they asked,
“to start that poem

before finishing
this one?” “No,”
he said, “poems

are only starts.”


Friday, June 04, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 4

A reckless wind
and silly birds -

something is
coming but you

don't know what.


Thursday, June 03, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 3

Lazy geese on
a slow wind.

All the world
is settling.


Wednesday, June 02, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 2

Buzz of must, must,
must in the bird's brain,

everflowing, insistent
sing of song, light

lifting the day,
silence stirred with

urgency.


Tuesday, June 01, 2010

LINES FOR JUNE 1

You can
outrun

the rain.
You cannot

outrun your
unhappiness.


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