Saturday, August 31, 2013

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Everything
and nothing.

We keep
trying to

split the
difference.”

*

“Enough
or too
much or

not

enough?
How would
we know?”

*

“Ha!” says the poet
pulled up short.

“There are some things
I will not do.”



Friday, August 30, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 30 



On the ground
in a high, dry place,

a surprise of
snow.



Thursday, August 29, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 29 



Here, enough
wind for

everywhere.



Wednesday, August 28, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 28 



Fish Creek?
Not even water.

Fence across
the stream bed.



Tuesday, August 27, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 27 



An eagle
sits on a

fence post, his
own marker:

this is mine.



Monday, August 26, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 26 



Ah, yes, sky
between the rails

and the bottom
of the coal cars.



Sunday, August 25, 2013

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“In the end
the poet

stands and points.”

*

“We cannot
see the world

as it is -
our eyes

are not
old enough.”

*

“How the poem
comes to this,

standing on one
toe, alone.”



Saturday, August 24, 2013

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“What
the poem

means -
caught

between
third and

home.”

*

“Not the singer
but the song

goes on.”

*

“Ah,
poets -

sometimes
wisdom,

sometimes
wind.”



Friday, August 23, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 23 



In this rough ground
eventually
you have to say

those are mountains.



Thursday, August 22, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 22 



Great wing of hawk
bending the wind.



Wednesday, August 21, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 21 



The sweep of this rough land -
I hold my breath.



Tuesday, August 20, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 20 



Empty morning -
all these words

and nothing.



Monday, August 19, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 19 



If we had mountains,
we too would be

lost without them.



Sunday, August 18, 2013

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“In
and out of

phase

and in and
out.”

*

“What shines
this morning -

the brightness of
my ignorance.”

*

“The poet
learning to pray,

learning poetry.”



Saturday, August 17, 2013

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"Read but do not
read too much.

Write. You can't
write too much.

And dream."

*

"Sometimes
the poem.

Sometimes
the poem's

shadow."

*

“We are all
finding our own

blind silence.”



Friday, August 16, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 16 



Snow in the
tracks to no-

where on this
know-nothing

ground.



Thursday, August 15, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 15 



Tawny landscape
with snow.

No promises and
no turning back.



Wednesday, August 14, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 14 



Abrupt landscape.
Lonesome road.

I see I am
far from home.



Tuesday, August 13, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 13 



This morning
Cheyenne hanging
like an odor.



Monday, August 12, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 12 



Morning sun in my eyes.
Now I am headed home.



Sunday, August 11, 2013

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"Elsewhere
answers.

Poem
is only

the question."

*

"Is

what it is
and seldom

is it
something more."

*

"Poem
is the word's

way of
having fun."



Saturday, August 10, 2013

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"If you can't
hear it, it

does no good
to count."

*

"The poet
puts in what

he thinks
belongs and

leaves out
what does not.

Yet what do
we know

of belonging,
loss?"

*

"Rhyming
is a kind

of twine
some poets

use to bind
their poems.

I'm into
leather

myself."



Friday, August 09, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 9 



Bright fire of the shine -
snow on the mountains,

wind in the morning.



Thursday, August 08, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 8 



I've come down
the mountain,

yet heaven's
before me.



Wednesday, August 07, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 7 



In the distance,
sun on snow in
the mountains.

Here, grey valley.



Tuesday, August 06, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 6 



Rough ground here
at the edge of Wyoming.

Makes me ask
the big questions.

The enormous sky
ponders them with me.



Monday, August 05, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 5 



Ten miles from Wyoming.
A long way from home.



Sunday, August 04, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“It's getting to be
that time of day

when I fear I might
have something to say.”

*

“The poet's
empty heart -

no fault
of the world.”

*

“Walking
uphill

against
the wind,

the poet
speaking.”



Saturday, August 03, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Poem -
poet

at the
dump.”

*

“You go,
you can't come back.

You cross over,
you get crossed off.

What's gone
was always gone.

The illusion is
we are holding on.”

*

“Poet's breath -
the wind

has picked up
again.”



Friday, August 02, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 2 



Morning light.
The day more

lovely than
the night.



Thursday, August 01, 2013

LINES FOR AUGUST 1 



Dawn freshens the sky
behind me. Moon
disappears in the west.

The day moves on.
I am left with sadness.



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