Sunday, July 31, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS



"It's not the game
but heart
that makes a poem.

You hear me -
heart!"

*

"Why worry your words so,
when you have so little

to say?"

*

"If you want to believe,
believe what you want, but

that won't make it so."

Saturday, July 30, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS



"Nothing
to say, not

even a page
number on the

blank sheet."

*

"Only grand ideas
someone else

will pay for."

*

"Even on the good
days you are

disappointed they're
not the best.

Why aim so high
for your unhappiness?"

Friday, July 29, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 29

This Week's Soup
and Sandwich

Christ Is
Risen

Garage Sale.


Thursday, July 28, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 28

“Under New Management”
says the weathered sign,

now barely legible.


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 27

Crow or
the shadow
of crow?

Smudge of
day's end.
Cross of

sorrow's heart.


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 26

Old, slow crow,
wearer of black,

purveyor of the world's
unsavory wisdom,

holds nothing back.


Monday, July 25, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 25

The river,

dark as our
secret sins,

quiet as
the dead man's

confessing.


Friday, July 22, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 22

Road climbs the ridge.
Ridge climbs the sky.

Here am I,
wondering where

the wind's crib is.


Thursday, July 21, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 21

A pressing wind,
single-minded and
undistracted.

The blunt of it
hammers me.

Endurace
is the sluggard's
only chance.


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 20

A river as wide
as the eagle's hunger.


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 19


Shine of sun.
The day becoming

what I've left
undone.

Monday, July 18, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 18

Wisdom, like the wind's
impermanence, and what
we know of ignorance.


Sunday, July 17, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"A hungry man doesn't
complain about cold soup."

*

"Yes, I am
allergic
to money,

which is not
a problem
since I have

so little."

*

"Poet, you fool

yourself with
foolishness."


Saturday, July 16, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


"No, art is not
all sweetness and light.

It is meant to be
a thorn in the side."

*

"If you don't
start with fresh

beans, you get
stale coffee.

Same thing with
poetry."

*

"Ah, yes, Grasshopper -
that's how it's done.

You sit down and
you shut up."

Friday, July 15, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 15

Red-tail,
not

the idea
of

red-tail,
tearing

apart
the mouse.


Thursday, July 14, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 14

How far
the road

disappearing
into sky?

How far
the sky?


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 13

Finding
my way home -

the lovely
urgency

of uncertainty.


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 12

Wind gilding
the water
with ripples -

the sun is
spun of wishes.


Monday, July 11, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 11

An eagle dead
along the road.

The sky has fallen.


Sunday, July 10, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"No, I would not know
a symbol even if it
clanged me on the head."

*

"If the poet is honest,
he will tell you

we are all amateurs."

*

"Figure out
what it is
you do, and -

by God -
do it."


Saturday, July 09, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"These poems?
It's a trick I do

with a few words
and my quick hands."

*

"Why don't you
write long poems,"
they asked.

Said he:
"Why isn't
a cup a jug?"

*

"At the end,
the poem

must lift
itself

away."


Friday, July 08, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 8

Heron in-
visible in

the great blue
sky.


Thursday, July 07, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 7

Flap of hawk
like a brown bag

caught in wind.


Wednesday, July 06, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 6

Wind ripples
the water.

Too much sky.
This much sadness.


Tuesday, July 05, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 5

Three crows where
two would do -
always some

slop in the system.


Monday, July 04, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 4

Shout of the morning.
Birds on a wire

lifted by wind.
Black-beaded sky.


Sunday, July 03, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"To truly see,
remember


you shall not
pass this way


again."


*


"Let's not even
try to pretend


we like nothing
better than this,


which is another
kind of that."


*


"The heavy
pound of your


empty sound -
your words should


be like birds,
stealing away."


Saturday, July 02, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Bleed, and bleed some more.
Lie in pain and listen.

In your silence is the poem."

*

"The blessed state
is silence.

All else is
deviation."

*

"Shine up the first word
and the last, and keep

harmony between."


Friday, July 01, 2011

LINES FOR JULY 1

Wind, no crow. The day
considers

the blessings of silence.



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