Sunday, June 30, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS

“Silence waits
for no one.

Take it
where you are.”

*

“If the poem
could,

the poem
would

knife you.”

*

“Has every
thought been

thought? No,
not.”



Saturday, June 29, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS

“How do I know
this sounds like me

is a question I don't
have to ask.”

*

“How much
do we have to do

to do as much
as we have to?”

*

“Sudden wisdom,
the silence.”



Friday, June 28, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 28

Lip of earth.
The sky. Comes

a swaggering wind,
by and by.



Thursday, June 27, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 27

River road or river?
In the failing light,

it's both, and neither.



Wednesday, June 26, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 26

Wind
like a mountain.



Tuesday, June 25, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 25

Swayback
nag of a barn,

a true friend would
put you down.



Monday, June 24, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 24

The wind
wants to race.

The trees
hug the earth

and win,
even split

and broken.



Sunday, June 23, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS

“Buy me,
buy me!

I'm a poet,
and cheap.”

*

“Want nothing.
You will get

plenty.”

*

“Poet,
nothing else to do

but this.”



Saturday, June 22, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS

“Ha, he's got
opinions and not

enough bumper.”

*

“All the girls
saying No, No, No -

the poet still
saying Who, What, How?”

*

“Let's
bottle up

and go,
poet -

we've got
people

to see,
things

to do.”



Friday, June 21, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 21

Old grove,
trees broken,

homestead
gone to smoke,

not a lilac
to remember.



Thursday, June 20, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 20

Shadows
of the trees

moving as if
the sun also

dances.



Wednesday, June 19, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 19

A sky to make you think
it's thick enough to drink.



Tuesday, June 18, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 18

Wind in the trees,
another burden.



Monday, June 17, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 17

Sunset, as if
the sky sat down

to supper.



Sunday, June 16, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS

“If not
this word,
which.

If not
that one,
what?”

*

“The game of golf -
chasing shots

into the rough,
like poetry.”

*

“About inspiration -

is it the match or
the gasoline's desire?”



Saturday, June 15, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS

“Poetry is not
a foreign language.”

*

“Poem – there
where was

not there.”

*

“Oh, yes, poet, show us
the deliciousness of things.”



Friday, June 14, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 14

Sunday afternoon.
The world falling away.

I've got nothing to do
and no place I'd rather do it.



Thursday, June 13, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 13

My hermitage,
the road.



Wednesday, June 12, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 12

This salt - our blood.
We are of earth

and water.



Tuesday, June 11, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 11

Horses
in this wind -

the race
goes to the patient.



Monday, June 10, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 10

Wisdom
is not the rock -

it is the stream
smoothing rock.



Sunday, June 09, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“The poet's
necessities -

a piece
of paper,

big but
not too

big; blank,
again

not too;
something

to scratch with;
something

to say;
and a God-

awful
need

to say it.”

*

“This
poet juice -

if
I knew

where
it came from

I'd
bottle some

for you.”

*

“This
wisdom,

the poet's
nonsense.”



Saturday, June 08, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“Go towards,
don't

wait for.”

*

“Nothing
to say?

Open
your eyes.

Let the wind
come in.”

*

“Don't step on my feet,
I'll stay
out of your face.”



Friday, June 07, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 7

Any moment
the surprise

will find me.



Thursday, June 06, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 6

Small birds
flashing ON and OFF
in high wind.



Wednesday, June 05, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 5

High wind - hawk
holds its head down.



Tuesday, June 04, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 4

Who guards the world?
The sentinel hawks,

red-tails everywhere,
bullets of attention.



Monday, June 03, 2013


LINES FOR JUNE 3

Rush of eagle
at the truck ahead of me

flashes like surprise,
clears the truck,

circles away.



Sunday, June 02, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“This
madness,

the poet's
greatest

gift.”

*

“The poet's mind
should turn,

turn over,
overturn

itself.”

*

“Why,
poet,

isn't
plenty

enough?”



Saturday, June 01, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“If you play
with it

long enough,
eventually

it won't
make any

sense at all.”

*

“Poet
like crow

sideways
to wind.”

*

“I am
too much

interested
in sound

to be
much haiku

poet.”



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