Friday, May 30, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 30 



Man of few words
says a lot -

flick of his eyes,
a nod, the voice

of his silence
tells what is and

what is not.



Thursday, May 29, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 29 



Sea gull,
common

and cheap,
yet still

amazing
of wing.



Wednesday, May 28, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 28 



This place
marked
with lines

we can see
and lines
we can't.



Tuesday, May 27, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 27 



Too sad to
write

another
word.



Monday, May 26, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 26 



Ache of the oak
being taken down.

What it knows
it cannot say.

What it says
we cannot know.



Friday, May 23, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 23 



Small and
furious

explosions
of bird

hitting
at crow -

he knows
what's good

for him
and he

will go.



Thursday, May 22, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 22 



Guns and gasoline
and, why not, whiskey.



Wednesday, May 21, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 21 



Sun.
Morning.

Sun
all day.



Tuesday, May 20, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 20 



In and through,
out and beyond -

the fog.



Monday, May 19, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 19 



Not enough sun
to move the fog.

The day stays grey
til noon. You get

what you've got,
nothing more.



Sunday, May 18, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Sometimes nothing.
Sometimes the same thing

over and over.
Sometimes something comes

that's new. New!”

*

“Poet-
ry – not

what we
see -

that we
look.”

*

"The poet, patient as a horse
pawing at winter pasture."



Saturday, May 17, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“When you can tell
you've got something

and you can tell
it's right, then you

know you're a poet.”

*

“The proper
slosh

of sound
and sense -

a poem,
or half

at least.”

*

“Wait for it.

Wait
for it.

Wait for
it.

Have you
got it?”



Friday, May 16, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 16 



Small birds
breaking the sky,

a thousand pieces
flying by.



Thursday, May 15, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 15 



"Hey, how are you
this morning?"
a fellow says.
He's got his coffee.

I grunt at him.
I'm still getting mine.



Wednesday, May 14, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 14 



There,
at the side of the road,
fallen rocks

like stones you'd pay
good money for.



Tuesday, May 13, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 13 



Shaky day.
Ragged wind

all worn out,
wanting in.



Monday, May 12, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 12 



Washed sky.
Bird
with sun behind.



Sunday, May 11, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



These
small poems, sometimes

too much.”

*

“Not so much
what's there

as where
you stand,

friend.”

*

“Sometimes wisdom
is not enough.

Sometimes you need
a hammer.”



Saturday, May 10, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Poet,

listener
to listening things,

singer
of the old songs.”

*

“The poet
ringing silence

like a bell.”

*

“Poet's payment -
some take money;

some would have
the stars.”



Friday, May 09, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 9 



Seven new grain bins
in the sun -

when will those who prosper
come undone?



Thursday, May 08, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 8 



Out here in Kansas,
to tree or not to tree,
that is the question,

whether water can meet
the meager need.



Wednesday, May 07, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 7 



The Grand River
in Iowa is

a meager,
gravelly thing.

Why must the name
bestowed be inverse

to the actual
thing named?



Tuesday, May 06, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 6 



All these fields.
All the corn

heavy with ears.
Who owns your dream?



Monday, May 05, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 5 



Low hang of sky -
suddenly summer is

gone.



Sunday, May 04, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“If at first,
then again.”

*

“Teaching
the old poet

new tricks?
Ha – good

luck with that.”

*

“Why lines?
Because we are

singing things.”



Saturday, May 03, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“A poem
is what

a poem
is, both

wave and
particle,

like light.
Reach out!

Reach out,
touch something.”

*

“Do not want
so much

for nothing.
That, too,

is a sin.”

*

“How little
is too much,”

the poet asks,
and answers

with a poem.”



Friday, May 02, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 2 



Such color
in the tawny grass,
as if the sun

paints it, paints it,
paints it more,
taking my breath

to make the sheen.



Thursday, May 01, 2014

LINES FOR MAY 1 



All the crows in Kansas
above an empty cornfield

turning the sky black
before night ever falls.



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