Tuesday, July 31, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 31
Smell
of skunk
punches
the morning
sun up.
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Monday, July 30, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 30
In the darkness
it appears
a semi's flying
sixteen feet
above the ground.
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“Always number
another page.
It tempts
the poem in.
*
“Sometimes
I can only
say what I've
said.
Sometimes
it's enough.”
*
“You cannot
be a poet
if you can
think of not
being a poet.”
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Saturday, July 28, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Ah, poet,
it's quite a mess
you've put us in,
what with
your lines and dreams,
your half-baked schemes.”
*
“Do
not do
what
has been
done.
Do
what has
not been.”
*
“Your words
were spoiled
to start with -
they didn't
spoil with
the keeping.”
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Friday, July 27, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 27
In the emptiness,
a single lamp
is comfort, hope.
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Thursday, July 26, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 26
I am miles
from home.
I have
barely left.
How the distance
threatens us.
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 25
The lovely, bright
sky, and morning
offering itself.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 24
The blind sky.
All the more
reason for
sadness.
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Monday, July 23, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 23
Do not take it all.
Leave some for the
small creatures.
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Sunday, July 22, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Though you
would stay
the same,
everything
changes.”
*
“Something
you can whistle.
Something
you can sing.
Something
you can say
and know
what it means.”
*
“If God were a poet -
oh, that's right,
she is.”
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Saturday, July 21, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Listen carefully,
then break
the line. Keep
an extra beat
in your pocket
for just such
times you might
need one.”
*
“Everything
we think is
the last thing
we might think.
Why, then, are we
so stupid?”
*
“Whatever do you
mean,” they asked.
“I've wondered that
myself,” said he.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Friday, July 20, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 20
Smeared clouds.
Already the afternoon
gone south.
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 19
Den low down -
oh, the foxy fox.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 18
Still hawk,
still at
the edge of things.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 17
Hawk
at the edge of city
watching
the edge of things.
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Monday, July 16, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 16
Tourists
go
where the roads
go.
Travelers
don't.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Sunday, July 15, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“Here come
the poems.
Many more.
How many?
More.”
*
“Poet, anything you say can and will be
used against you if your words have any worth.”
*
“Let me
say it again -
nothing
to see here,
move along.
Notes for poems,
for my small
amusement.
Move along.
Please
move along.”
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Saturday, July 14, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“Say yes
if they ask
Is that a poem
in your pocket
or are you glad
to see us?”
*
“Sometimes death
will turn his face
but he does not
look away for long.”
*
“When death
comes, see
how much
fame
gets you.”
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Friday, July 13, 2012
WEDNESDAY HAIKU
I see I'm blessed to have another poem up now at
Wednesday Haiku over at the
Lilliput Review blog. This feature is always wonderful, and is a true labor of love on Don Wentworth's part. Enjoy.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:48 AM
LINES FOR JULY 13
Yes, some
sun finally -
at sundown.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Thursday, July 12, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 12
Why never cattle
in the cattle trucks?
Where's the profit
in that?
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 11
The clouds say
something is coming,
but they don't say
what.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 10
The
monster takes
what
the monster wants.
We
will die resisting.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Monday, July 09, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 9
Hawk in the small tree.
Nothing is permanent -
not him, not me.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Sunday, July 08, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“Yes, death will
concentrate
your attention.”
*
“The poem,
chunks of
language,
lines and
stanzas,
words that
ring like
anvil and
hammer.”
*
“Ours
is both
business and
pleasure.
Theirs
licks the ear.
Ah,
the French,
those rascals.”
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Saturday, July 07, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“We are
the sum
of all
our choices,
whether
we got
what we
wanted
or not.”
*
“Should we be
judged by our
best success
or by what
we fall to
in failure?”
*
“Poet,
hawk-talker,
dream-chaser
to an
empty sky.”
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Friday, July 06, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 6
The blessing - another
day like any other.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Thursday, July 05, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 5
All the day
or just
the fresh
promise of it?
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 4
Enough silence
in the cemetery
for the trees
to be talking.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 3
Pea-viners from Fairwater,
these
creatures from Mars.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Monday, July 02, 2012
LINES FOR JULY 2
Enough sun
to lift the sky.
Enough blue
to fill your eyes.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM
Sunday, July 01, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
"No grand scheme.
A word. A line."
*
"Some days,
silence.
Other days,
song."
*
"You might not
understand
and you can't
tell the poet
to shut up."
# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM