Tuesday, September 30, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 30 



We're going.
We're always

going, but
we don't know

where.



Monday, September 29, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 29 



In darkness
or light,

nothing here
but what you

fear.



Friday, September 26, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 26 



Cloud
on the mountain -
nowhere to go.



Thursday, September 25, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 25 



Silence like light
laid on the day.



Wednesday, September 24, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 24 



Morning.
Everything

glowing in
silence.



Tuesday, September 23, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 23 



Nothing
above sadness

but sky.



Monday, September 22, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 22 



Chunk of moon.
Snow on the mountain.

Light and hope.



Friday, September 19, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 19 



Clouds that speak
of wind and
mountains.



Thursday, September 18, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 18 



Tawny slope
with antelope -

now you see them,
now you don't.



Wednesday, September 17, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 17 



These crumbling
badlands – the world

remakes itself
any way it can.



Tuesday, September 16, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 16 



How far across South Dakota can we
                                                       be?




Monday, September 15, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 15 



Ah,
mountains, there are
the mountains!



Friday, September 12, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 12 



These hills,
so intimate

with wind,
still cry

with the
remembered

tenderness.



Thursday, September 11, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 11 



In these
Sandhills

the trees
say “Water.”

It's one
of only

two words
they know.

The other
is “Wind.”



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 10 



A wind so
hard, even

the barrels
try to fly.



Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Nancy P. Davenport, La Brizna 



Nancy P. Davenport, La Brizna (BookGirl Press, Sendai, Japan; distributed in the USA by Mountains & Rivers Press, PO Box 5389, Eugene, OR 97405) $10.

I like small poems and small books. Perhaps you know that. This is not quite small enough to be "pocket poetry," this book of poems, La Brizna by Nancy P. Davenport, but these are small poems with large hearts. They are not afraid of silence, nor white space, nor unconfined wonder. They are not afraid of fear.

I might tell you that the poems are Eastern in a way I like, open to awe, quiet, unassuming, yet they come with a steel spine. These are not "wisps" at all. It takes a long time to learn to write poems like these, yet this is, I believe, Davenport's first book. Bravo!

Let me close by sharing "A Zen Morning," one of the twenty poems in the book, and fairly representative of the rest of them:

this morning
I manage
to walk into
a moment

 of
such immense
                  silence
such profound
                   stillness
that the rose
petals
falling in
the
sunlight on my
coffee table 
make a sound
like the
                     ocean





LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 9 



Is there any
here out here

in a sweep
so vast?



Monday, September 08, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 8 



There's not
much to these

Sandhills, if
you don't know

what to look for.



Friday, September 05, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 5 



A county so large
it lies in two

time zones, though
the cattle and horses

hardly notice.



Thursday, September 04, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 4 



Sign says: Travel
at your own risk.

Even the horses have
turned tail to the wind.



Wednesday, September 03, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 3 



Ancient marks
on these Sandhills,

the wind.



Tuesday, September 02, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 2 



On this
flat land,

who can
dream of

mountains?



Monday, September 01, 2014

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 1 



Do farm boys dream
electronic music

halfway across
Nebraska?

That would ex-
plain some things.



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