Tuesday, November 30, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 30

How many earths
would shelter us,

how many suns,
how far off - and

who would we be?


Monday, November 29, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 29

Mud hens or
lumpen clumps

at water's edge?


Sunday, November 28, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Ah, yes,
you will

have words
when you

run out
of numbers.”

*

“See how you do that?
You count 1, 2, 3,
4, 5. And again
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.”

*

“He sits at the bus stop
talking to himself.
His wisdom comes in bunches.

How is he not a poet?”


Saturday, November 27, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“What does it
take to wake me?

Two cups of
coffee and

a half stick of
dynamite

might.”

*

“My broken notion of success -
happiness even in silence.”

*

“I turn another
corner and cannot

remember
what I thought.”


Friday, November 26, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 26

Is there an edge
to darkness?
Is there no end

to sorrow?


Thursday, November 25, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 25

Heavy with sadness,
the sky.

No stars overhead.


Wednesday, November 24, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 24

First snow.
Sun-snuffed
November.

The chill
a great
reminder.


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 23

The blazes of orange -
too many

hunters drinking beer.


Monday, November 22, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 22

Deer hunters
break open

the day,
sadness

in what
they do.


Sunday, November 21, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“You want more than this?
Increase your stipend?”

*

“Barber
or poet?

Which do you
need more?”

*

“Some mornings,
slow.

Some mornings,
not so

fast.”


Saturday, November 20, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Don't put more
than three

on a page.
The paper

cannot
bear it.”

*

"Some lines are crooked.
You cannot fix them,

cannot let them go.”

*

"I was in
another place

all the way
here.”


Friday, November 19, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 19

Dim sun.
Grey dome.

Rim of the world.
I'm still alone.


Thursday, November 18, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 18

Sun? The fog
coming undone?

The day
broken to
brightness?

A lightness
of being?

All the world
that fell away
comes to.


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 17

Cross the river
into an open sky?

Cross the distance
into another day?

Cross sorrow
to solace?

We cannot know
what we cannot know.


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 16

Does that dead
raccoon have a God,
does the dead squirrel?

Isn't star dust all
we can hope to be?


Monday, November 15, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 15

Power poles
marching blinding through the fog,
going somewhere,

one supposes.


Sunday, November 14, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“On Sunday
Jesus
walks on water.

On Monday
the church
is empty.”

*

“The poem is
full and still

you leave out
so much.”

*

"Let's pretend
we are not

old men.
Let's sing

like we used to.”


Saturday, November 13, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Pay attention -
the very air

will tell you
where you are.”

*

“Sometimes
the line is blurred and

sometimes
I can't find my glasses.”

*

“Some days, nothing.
Some days, even less.”


Friday, November 12, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 12

Crow's nest in high wind,
empty as the bare tree.


Thursday, November 11, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 11

Wind on the water -
the geese stay low.


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 10

Bare tree.
Snow on the mountain.

Time to go home.


Tuesday, November 09, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 9

Same moon.
Different day.

Still life
with maple.


Monday, November 08, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 8

Chunk of moon in blue sky.
Red leaves of the maple.

I feel at home here.


Sunday, November 07, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Nothing to say?
So say it.

That's the poet's
art, pursuing

that which eludes us.”

*

“Music is the
language

poets would use
if they could

speak without
language.”

*

“Something in the way my mouth
mushes language makes it sing.”


Saturday, November 06, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“If you would be a poet, em-
brace the wildness of your heart.”

*

“We reassure ourselves
we are masters

of the universe;
then the universe

informs us otherwise.”

*

“If you
cannot

not, you
can.”


Friday, November 05, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 5
Sun in the rearview.
Where am I going?



Thursday, November 04, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 4
The darkness of crow.
It's not for sale.



Wednesday, November 03, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 3
Like morning sky,
the water.



Tuesday, November 02, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 2
The lightness of letting go.
The world falls away

like dirt from a boot.



Monday, November 01, 2010

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 1
The fire of morning.
No, seriously -

truck on fire,
fire truck there

to put it out.



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