Friday, May 31, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 31

Grace is like rain.
You can't expect it.

It does no good to pray.
You simply must

hold your cup and wait.



Thursday, May 30, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 30

Small dark birds
pecking dead

deer along
the road - there

is little
mystery

in life and
death. We will

all be
forest.



Wednesday, May 29, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 29

Hawk, not crow.
Crow could not

be so silent.



Tuesday, May 28, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 28

A long stretch of silence.
The grey Sunday morning.

Then a blue slip of sky.
Then half a notion.



Monday, May 27, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 27

The great
fire in the eastern

sky, consuming
the rags of night.



Sunday, May 26, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“When you
die,

will you
laugh or

cry?”

*

“Ah, fool
poet,

find some
higher

ground – you
can't sleep

in a slough!”

*

“Poet
with a full

tank - I won't
need the map

for hours.”



Saturday, May 25, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“The poet
scratches

against
silence.”

*

“A poet's
words, like

smoke in
hard wind.”

*

“I can't
count

and I'm
too slow

to make
jokes -

of course
I must be

a poet.”



Friday, May 24, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 24

Sunrise. Words
and something

more lovely
than words.



Thursday, May 23, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 23

Daylight
and darkness -
night

does not give up
without a fight.



Wednesday, May 22, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 22

A lonesome road
we're born to follow,

no other place
we've got to go.



Tuesday, May 21, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 21

The road before me,
only a map of

where I've been.



Monday, May 20, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 20

End of one's finger,
beginning of wisdom.



Sunday, May 19, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“Most
poems

go on
too long,

including
this one.”

*

“Poem, the
nothing at

the edge
where

everything
begins.”

*

“Some may say
hawk is

not-poet,
but I say

hawk is.”



Saturday, May 18, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“The last waltz
you dance alone.”

*

“The poem
like a woman

waiting for one
to comfort.”

*

“Sing or
do not

sing, but
don't

complain
of song.”



Friday, May 17, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 17

Band of blue
where morning is,

where light has not
gone before.



Thursday, May 16, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 16

Lights at the sand pit,
as if there were more

going on than this.



Wednesday, May 15, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 15

The hawk tree gone
nearly a decade, yet

here's the red-tail,
still doing business.



Tuesday, May 14, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 14

Light laid on the trees as if
a blind man could touch it.



Monday, May 13, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 13

Morning drive -
light behind me,

hope goes ahead.



Sunday, May 12, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“Careful
which words

you use.
You own

them. They
own you.”

*

“This
is.

Then
it's

that.”

*

“The poet who
doesn't  know what

to say is
always the best.”



Saturday, May 11, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“Poem -
a moment

of stillness
you fill

with words.”

*

“Nouns, not verbs -
not what they do,

what they are.”

*

“Yes, we choose
the stones

that trip us.”



Friday, May 10, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 10

Sky, and wind
all day

blowing the blues.



Thursday, May 09, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 9

None turn left here
but me - this is

my own way home.



Wednesday, May 08, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 8

Old house -
plywood for a window,

the out without,
less within.



Tuesday, May 07, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 7

Husband's silence,
wife's delight.



Monday, May 06, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 6

Light
in the distance,

the loneliness
of travel.



Sunday, May 05, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“Sometimes
even when

you don't know
where the road

goes, you must
take it.

Especially
then.”

*

“The days
like cards
you hold.

You play
or fold.”

*


“What you
think you

want is
not

what you
think.”



Saturday, May 04, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“Like a
blacksmith,

hammer
it till

something
shines.”

*

"Words and music
shall not compete.

We have an
agreement."

*

"You might
write at night

but you can't
revise

in the dark."



Friday, May 03, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 3


Somewhere
somewhen
somehow
some song
sung -

spring
sprung
by birds
and frogs.



Thursday, May 02, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 2


The thousand
million

greens of spring.



Wednesday, May 01, 2013


LINES FOR MAY 1 


Trees leafing?
Roll of smoke?

A distant
smudge

in spring.
Then

nothing.



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