Tuesday, July 31, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 31


Smell
of skunk

punches
the morning

sun up.



Monday, July 30, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 30


In the darkness
it appears
a semi's flying

sixteen feet
above the ground.



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.”



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.”



Friday, July 27, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 27


In the emptiness,
a single lamp

is comfort, hope.



Thursday, July 26, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 26


I am miles
from home.

I have
barely left.

How the distance
threatens us.



Wednesday, July 25, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 25



The lovely, bright
sky, and morning

offering itself.



Tuesday, July 24, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 24



The blind sky.
All the more

reason for
sadness.



Monday, July 23, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 23


Do not take it all.
Leave some for the

small creatures.



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.”



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.



Friday, July 20, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 20


Smeared clouds.
Already the afternoon
gone south.



Thursday, July 19, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 19


Den low down -
oh, the foxy fox.



Wednesday, July 18, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 18


Still hawk,
still at

the edge of things.



Tuesday, July 17, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 17


Hawk
at the edge of city

watching
the edge of things.



Monday, July 16, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 16


Tourists
go
where the roads
go.

Travelers
don't.



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.”



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.”



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.

LINES FOR JULY 13


Yes, some
sun finally -

at sundown.



Thursday, July 12, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 12


Why never cattle
in the cattle trucks?

Where's the profit
in that?



Wednesday, July 11, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 11


The clouds say
something is coming,

but they don't say
what.



Tuesday, July 10, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 10


The monster takes
what the monster wants.

We will die resisting.



Monday, July 09, 2012


LINES FOR JULY 9


Hawk in the small tree.
Nothing is permanent -

not him, not me.



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.”



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.”



Friday, July 06, 2012

LINES FOR JULY 6


The blessing - another
day like any other.



Thursday, July 05, 2012

LINES FOR JULY 5


All the day
or just

the fresh
promise of it?



Wednesday, July 04, 2012

LINES FOR JULY 4



Enough silence
in the cemetery

for the trees
to be talking.



Tuesday, July 03, 2012

LINES FOR JULY 3


Pea-viners from Fairwater,
these

creatures from Mars.


Monday, July 02, 2012

LINES FOR JULY 2


Enough sun
to lift the sky.

Enough blue
to fill your eyes.



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."



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