Sunday, September 30, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“Sometimes it's late
when we find

what we want,
which makes it

all the more
sweet, sweet, sweet.”

*

“Whether
you're talking

Pumps or
Life or

Poetry,
always leave

enough for
priming.”

*

“It's just about
the end when

you shuffle your
pages and look

at the clock.”



Saturday, September 29, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“Believe
or do not

believe,
but don't

tell me
what is

truth.”

*

“Ha, Crow,
Cowboy,
Biker Dude,

I, too, ride
the rain."

*

“Birds
climb their sky.

I'm stuck here
with words.”



Friday, September 28, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 28


Something off the road
as at the edge of a poem.



Thursday, September 27, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 27


The tree bends
to the wind,

comes back again.



Wednesday, September 26, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 26


Hover-hawk, high
on a high wind

above a land
unsettling.



Tuesday, September 25, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 25


I don't believe
the hawk waits

for nothing.



Monday, September 24, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 24


Hawk, like the flag
of my heart's country.



Sunday, September 23, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“What you put in,
what you leave out,

what the poem is
made of is these.”

*

“Mark it down
and move on.

Poetry is not
like drinking tea.”

*

“Burn, Tyger,
ere the light

fail thee.”



Saturday, September 22, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“Cowboy
riding in the rain -

poet,
take your poems

where you find them.”

*

“I'm not going
to tell you how

it is, only
how I perceive it

to be – that's
the nature of this

business.”

*

“Not knowing
can be ignorance

or the beginning
of wisdom, all

depending on how
you play it.”



Friday, September 21, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 21


The summer grass
bends toward winter -

this is not
what we want.



Thursday, September 20, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 20


The peach,
ripe as

sadness.



Wednesday, September 19, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 19


End
of summer -

the trees
let go

their sorrow.



Tuesday, September 18, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 18


Hit and miss
of God's grace -

the drought
continues.



Monday, September 17, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 17


No lifting
the sky

in such heat
and no

retreat.



Sunday, September 16, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“We lay out
sounds
in the air

and think
we share
meaning.

That's like
saying
ghosts are people

still.”

*

“What language
problem are you

trying to solve,”
they asked.

“None,” he said.
“Language itself

is the problem.”

*

“Up-
side

down.
Right

side
up.

How you
look is

what you
see.”



Saturday, September 15, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“I'd say something
of beauty, but

you'd misunderstand
my intentions.”

*

No, I don't
write these poems
on purpose,

but I do
set myself up
to write

something.”

*

“It's not that
I want them -

the day just
keeps

unloading
on me.”



Friday, September 14, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 14


Black bear's
blackberries.



Thursday, September 13, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 13


Sun.
Hot wind chasing

desolation.



Wednesday, September 12, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 12


Even the birds
pray for rain.



Tuesday, September 11, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 11


The blue
lie of sky,

fierce
morning sun.



Monday, September 10, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 10


Summer -

heat of
the hand

of God.



Sunday, September 09, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“The Notion of
Movement

in the Poetry
of Tom Montag” -

now that would be
something I'd read.

*

“Our poems,
nothing

more than
furry creatures

in their burrows.”

*

“Ask me
what it means.

Go ahead,
ask me

again.”



Saturday, September 08, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“I didn't get up
to write

these things down,
yet here I am,

at your service.”

*

“Hey, mister,
I'd be

in such
a hurry,

too, if I
didn't know

where I
was going.”

*

“Poetry
is not such
a mystery

when you have
the key to
the room where

silence
meets the world.”



Friday, September 07, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 7


Summer's promise has
curled to nothing.



Thursday, September 06, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 6


The green lift
of summer

morning, as
if the day

is truly
new.



Wednesday, September 05, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 5


Noon
surprise -

fox
in the hot

city,
looking for

shade,
a cool

place to
snooze.



Tuesday, September 04, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 4


Sky dark
but too

hot.



Monday, September 03, 2012


LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 3


The grass like straw,
small winds, horses.



Sunday, September 02, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“When the world's
singing - what -

you're going to say
that's not music?”

*

“Sometimes you don't
have to be a poet -

you just need to
have a pen.”

*

“Everything
we want is

nothing.”



Saturday, September 01, 2012


THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS


“Much of wisdom
is silence.”

*

“Write
when you feel like it

and write
when you don't.

The poems come,
whether you

catch them or not.”

*

“Sometimes
the lines

are formal
and balanced.

Sometimes
they only

sound that way.”



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