Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
LINES FOR AUGUST 27
The trees
saying No
to the storm,
saying No,
saying Maybe,
saying Yes, Yes, Yes.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“The poem
which has not
confronted its own
ignorance
knows nothing.”
*
“When you have nothing
to say, there's never
a good time to say it.”
*
“I'm giving up
poetry, and
taking up
accordion.
It doesn't
pay better
but it's not
so lonely
and people
don't wonder
what you do
all day.”
Saturday, August 25, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“These little
poems, all
pieces of
the bigger
puzzle.”
*
“Some days
are like that -
all going
nowhere,
getting
nothing.”
*
“You close up
shop, lock
the door,
pull the shades
down low -
a poem is
sure to come
rattling your
doorknob,
wanting to do
some business.”
Friday, August 24, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“There is a line
between
simple and
simplistic, and
I don't always
know
where it is.”
*
“See – that's how
it works.
You push
til something
pushes back.”
*
“I don't know
when it might
go off.
I always
treat it
as if it's
loaded.
Sometimes
it is, and
it won't stop.”
Saturday, August 18, 2012
THREE fromTHE OLD POET SAYS
“If they
spoke to you
as they do
to me,
you'd see them
too.”
*
“Take a big
helping of vowels,
chew them well, and
someday, sonny,
you'll be a poet.
Trust me on this.”
*
“Turn the ON
switch ON and
start running
make-ready.
Keep the good
copies if
you get some.”
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
LINES FOR AUGUST 15
Steeple catches cloud
in low morning sun.
Cloud catches morning and
morning has a church.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“If it were
a lesser world,
I'd have to tell
greater stories.
As it is, this
will be enough.”
*
“One would be enough.
More is a great blessing.
All these make me rich!”
*
“It might look
like work to you,
but it's not -
it's what I do.”
Saturday, August 11, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“How many more
are you going to
do,” they wondered.
“How far are you
going,” he asked.
*
“That's what we do -
we chew words,
masticate them, and
hope, eventually,
they'll be digestible.”
*
“Spend enough time
talking to yourself,
you might be surprised
at what you say.”
Friday, August 10, 2012
Thursday, August 09, 2012
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Monday, August 06, 2012
LINES FOR AUGUST 6
Night sky but
a pale wash
to the east,
as if morning
is more than
wishful thinking.
Sunday, August 05, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“I've always been
the quiet one -
now I talk
to strangers.”
*
“When they're coming good,
sometimes I cannot write
as fast as I can write.”
*
“It's all
in the vowels,
in how you chew
the vowels.”
Saturday, August 04, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Another poem,
another
message in a bottle.”
*
“Oh, poem-
catcher – don't
count those
poems, put
them in your
poem sack
and catch
some more.
*
“Poem
making is like
horse
racing – you don't
say Whoa!”
Friday, August 03, 2012
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
