Tuesday, May 31, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 31

Whipping trees,
a tough wind -

enough to tear,
too much to mend.


Monday, May 30, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 30

Lay of these fields
in this slant of light -

warmth of the soil
as dark as night.


Sunday, May 29, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"In the end
we are left with

only the first
word we said:

ma or pa or ba."

*

"Sometimes they come so fast I can't
catch them all,
and sometimes it's like stirring soup."

*

"Tire company
next to church -
what's with that?

A shoe store
I could understand."


Saturday, May 28, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Buckle Up
Poem Ahead"

*

"Where I am
is where I was.

When will I
be here?"

*

"Half a poem?
I guess I can't

complain too much."


Friday, May 27, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 27

Water
on the low ground -

what
to say of it

that is both
wise

and wet?


Thursday, May 26, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 26

Farmer
in his field,

the whole
season ahead

of him,
dust cloud

behind.


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 25

Clouds
and the darkness

of shadow.
A little

rain
on the fields

that lay
open.


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 24

The spit of spring,
the grey hang

of everything.
Wind and cloud

and a crow,
outloud.

Morning is
what morning is,

not much, and
nothing more.


Monday, May 23, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 23

Crow on the gravel,
tail to the wind,

his feathers ruffled,
his heart full of sin.


Sunday, May 22, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"You've had your coffee.
You've had your poem.

Now get going!"

*

"Where you are
does not tell me

who I am."

*

"The silence

in this poem
is me

falling away
to nothing."


Saturday, May 21, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"I need some
poetry, so

I must go."

*

"Old man,
sing your song.

It is like
no other."

*

"That tick, tick, tick
is the beating of

this poem's heart."


Friday, May 20, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 20

Silent birds
on the bright

green lawn -
spring is come

but not
its song.


Thursday, May 19, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 19

Morning
light.

Green blush
of woods,

this early,
this much.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 18

Hummock and hill,
the ancient silt

laid down like
a blessing,

these ancient fields
warming in the slow

spring sun.


Tuesday, May 17, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 17

Oh, to fly
with ancient
cranes.

Oh, to sing
their ancient
song.


Monday, May 16, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 16

Empty sky,
not quite

as much
as nothing.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Hold the pen
all the while you wait.

Set it down
and you're done."

*

"The poem!
Shhh -

the poem!"

*

"Is there a problem, officer?
No, I'm sorry, I don't know

the speed limit in this poem."


Saturday, May 14, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Yep, I slip
in and out of

paying attention."

*

"Speak quietly -
nothing

holds for long."

*

"Watch this," he said.
"Quick now. Want to

see it again?"


Friday, May 13, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 13


Sky smeared.
A lift

of birds.
Sun makes

silhouette.
Sun makes

the day
light.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 12

Water goes
where water goes,

insistent
standing still,

equally so
when it flows.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 11

Memory
of the land

here, where
water stands.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 10

Even two
miles away

I can see
them - the trees

saying: Spring!

Monday, May 09, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 9

New buds - the trees
full of wishfulness.


Sunday, May 08, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Sometimes we know too much and
sometimes too much is not enough."

*

"It's not noticeable if you
don't notice it."

*

"The law of unintended consequences -
keep tinkering with it and some day

it won't work at all."


Saturday, May 07, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"The poet -
smashing pumpkins,

making pie."

*

"Like gum
stuck to the underside
of a table,

the poem."

*

"We wait and drink and wait and
still the morning does not come."


Friday, May 06, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 6

A sky
so low

the trees
are clouds.


Thursday, May 05, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 5

Splash! Duck
hits the

pothole.
Spring now.


Wednesday, May 04, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 4

The green
of spring

pushes at
the grey

long winter
being

laid away.


Tuesday, May 03, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 3

A memory
of snow

beneath
the trees.

Sun erases.
Shadow

lets it be.


Monday, May 02, 2011

LINES FOR MAY 2


Snow in spring
like the froth

of a preacher's
fury.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Ah, poets -
we take so many

punches and make
no sense."

*

"Making no sense
or not much

is a good start
for a poet."

*

"Poet -
crouch like a tiger

and wait."


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