Monday, October 31, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 31

The darkness again.
Oh, the darkness.


Sunday, October 30, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"He likes to say
it's about the going,

but what he talks about
is the getting there."

*

"Sometimes
when I say he

I mean me."

*

"They laugh at you
for doing

because they're so
afraid to try."


Saturday, October 29, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"To write, I
need to move.

To sit still, I
need to die."

*

"Everything
before you

is also
behind you.

Going to
you are also

coming from."

*

"Nothing shines
without some darkness."


Friday, October 28, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 28

Sun given to greyness.
There's nothing but wind

in the trees, whispering
of the night coming on.


Thursday, October 27, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 27

Heap of corn on the ground
covered with a white tarp.

Something is done.
Something else is coming.


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 26

Sky the color
of frost on the grass -

horizon, our imagining.


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 25


Bare tree, grey sky,
still too much for

the settled eye.

Monday, October 24, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 24

A grey day, the kind when
nothing is too much.


Sunday, October 23, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Sometimes
I just

want to
see it

to see
it."

*

"How blind
must a fellow

be
to see?"

*

"Yep, sometimes
I'm the south

end of a north
headed horse."


Saturday, October 22, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"The magic
of the poem -

it appears
and disap- "

*

"Heaven won't get me,
the devil don't want me.

I'm not going, and
I'm not coming back."

*

"The poem
doesn't always

know what it
wants.

Sometimes
it makes you

mash
the possibilities,

all of them,
every one,

pulped."


Friday, October 21, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 21

Moon. Cloud. Wind.
Autumn chill.

I am so
far from home.


Thursday, October 20, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 20


Bird flock
like bird shot

across my path.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 19

Here, the tawny
earth.

There, the grey
sky.

I am torn
between.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 18

Frost on the grass,
sun on the frost,

but not for long.


Monday, October 17, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 17

Morning
steams, touching us.


Sunday, October 16, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


"All the tricks
you think you

know won't help
a bit with

the real poem."

*

"Don't
push.

It won't
push back."

*

"To write a poem,
cup your hands and

ask for wisdom."

Saturday, October 15, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Name it
whatever you like.

We will call it
what it is."

*

"Lost in familiarity,
that strangeness."

*

"Words are wily
things, turning

and twisting.
The poet is

the last to know."


Friday, October 14, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 14

Corn heaped on the ground,
bright as a blazing fire.


Thursday, October 13, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 13

Death of a fly -
not a sudden

snuff, but a struggle
this cold fall day.


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 12

Old woman
on a cold day

cleaning leaves
from the gutter,

muttering.


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 11

How clearly
it's fall -

the leaves
like small

birds hit
by cars.


Monday, October 10, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 10


Lowdown like clouds
gloaming in the woodlot.

Sunday, October 09, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Even
meaning nothing

means something."

*

"Is

what you see
what you say

or is

what you say
what you see?"

*

"As always
the challenge

is not saying
what you have

always said."


Saturday, October 08, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Long way
to go?

Take the
long way."

*

"Sometimes
the long way's

the shortest."

*

"Listen to the vowels,
how they bend,

waiting for the poem
to open."


Friday, October 07, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 7

Earth is
scraping cloud.
A misty

morning, a wet
road, and I am
on my way.


Thursday, October 06, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 6

Low-down crow,
swoop of black
against grey sky -

unhappiness
on a wet day,
then silence.


Wednesday, October 05, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 5



Red-wing blackbird,
low-down cloud, and

wetness between them.

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 4

You lift your
cries to the sky.

The wind has
already

blown them away.


Monday, October 03, 2011

LINES FOR OCTOBER 3

Big as a pheasant, the hawk
preening on the powerline.


Sunday, October 02, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"You don't always
have to know

what it means.
In fact, sometimes

it's better
not to."

*

"All these years
spent trying

to find the beat.
The beat was always

there
where it should be."

*

"What don't we
understand?

We don't understand
nothing."


Saturday, October 01, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"The poem you write,
the gift

you cannot refuse."

*

"Cage of words,
this

trying to say
some-

thing inside of
nothing."

*

"Hold out your cup
and believe

something will fill it."


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