Friday, November 30, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 30

Daybreak -
you think

anything's
possible.



Thursday, November 29, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 29

Big river,
bluff at the edge

of water,
darkness at the edge

of desire.
Here,

the curve of road.
There,

a shuddering.



Wednesday, November 28, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 28

Give it an
entrance,

wind makes an
opening.



Tuesday, November 27, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 27

Red-tail
at the edge

of highway,
there and

going nowhere.



Monday, November 26, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 26

Road sculpted
by distance
and desire -

sun a sheen
on our going.



Sunday, November 25, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“The poem
is made

of eye
and ear

and little
bits of

heart.”

*

“Wisdom
like leaves

blown off
the trees.

Why do we
hope for

more?”

*

“The line,
yes -

always,
somewhere,

the line.”



Saturday, November 24, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“Everything
I say, I've said.”

*

“Empty cup,
poet,

morning.”

*

“Even
the hard

lessons are
blessings.”



Friday, November 23, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 23

Dark line
of storm coming -

trees bending
before the wind.



Thursday, November 22, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 22

The eastern sky
chimes with morning.

A man
does what he must.



Wednesday, November 21, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 21

This day
going nowhere.

Why pretend
otherwise?



Tuesday, November 20, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 20

Dead red-
tail along
the road -

I saw
you dead on
Friday;

I see
on Sunday,
you, still.



Monday, November 19, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 19

Hawk
on a wire,

wind
shows its tail.



Sunday, November 18, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“It's as
easy as

driving off
the road.

Here, you
try it.

Write a
poem.”

*

“Poets, the truth!
You can't be

making stuff up.”

*

“Form is
nothing more

than a cup
for coffee.”



Saturday, November 17, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"The line wisdom makes
is never straight.

The shortest distance
is experience."

*

“How many
poems

should one
write,” they

wondered.
“Only

one,” he
said, “the

one you're
sworn to.”

*

“Poem,
a candle

in the night
until

the wind.
O, wind.”



Friday, November 16, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 16

Grey sky with geese,
waves lapping the beach.



Thursday, November 15, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 15

Sky nothing
but wind and

what wind
wishes to be.



Wednesday, November 14, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 14

Daylight -
nothing is promised,
nothing revealed.



Tuesday, November 13, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 13

Trees splayed by wind.
The wanderer moves on.



Monday, November 12, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 12

Heads bowed,
eyes cast down -

they have come
to work.



Sunday, November 11, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“Your poetry -
not the words,

the quality
of your attention.”

*

“Hurry
all you

want -
I will

still
see you

in hell.”

*

“Ah, the poem – one half the
conversation with yourself.”



Saturday, November 10, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“Leave out
everything

and if it's
a poem,

it will still
sing.”

*

“I could,
if I choose to,

write
this morning.

I could
choose silence.”

*

“Yes, the poem
will tell you

what it wants.
You have to

listen.”



Friday, November 09, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 9

Barn leans
towards darkness,

silence,
everything

the wind's
against.



Thursday, November 08, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 8

We have our heads down
against the wind.

What more does it want?



Wednesday, November 07, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 7

Pocket of an
empty day,

grey and damp,
full of nothing.



Tuesday, November 06, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 6

A break in the clouds,
blue sky between,

day half done.



Monday, November 05, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 5

An eternal truth -
there's always

another hawk
in another tree.



Sunday, November 04, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“In poetry,
money is not

the measure.
Stop acting

as if it is.”

*

“Poems
on the radio
this morning -

what, have I
risen in
an alternate

universe?”

*

“Where
a line

breaks
makes

or breaks
the line.”



Saturday, November 03, 2012


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“Busy poet,
blind squirrel

looking for
a nut.”

*

“In the right
light non-

sense makes
sense.”

*

“One trick, if
the poet could

do it, would
be plenty.”



Friday, November 02, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 2

Empty autumn.
Harvesting

the drought.



Thursday, November 01, 2012


LINES FOR NOVEMBER 1

No, the birds
do not sing

winter coming.



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