Monthly Archives: August 2014

Starting with the Given

   Earth The solid ground on which we stand out of which the tree grows granite enduring the onslaught of time loam so fertile the daffodil grows wild clay of which Adam is made the rib of Eve’s rib all dust in the end   … Continue reading

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Faith

Some would say faith is a consolation Say, a pat atop the head from a benevolent father pleased with obedience Comforting solution to every mystery   I’d say that faith is rather the mystery Say, the foolish notion a letter … Continue reading

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At the Feeder

There are weeds growing beneath the feeder    The collateral damage of kindness One feeds birds not for their good manners    but for the joy of seeing them play Daily the storehouse is refreshed with seed    Their mission: … Continue reading

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Gone Fishing

On the water the reflections anticipate the boat The wake remembers it The ripples rib their way to the waiting shoreline there at last to lap at ancient stone with murmurs

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Adrift

Was a time when keel at anchor in harbor deck meticulously swabbed even woodwork freshly varnished I’d sit in my captain’s chair inspecting boats at moor and carving ivory ‘Ah!’ People said ‘See the Captain’s a`ship! All must be sound … Continue reading

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Confusions

It was her gift to laugh at sadness to weep over her joys Maybe she was mis`wired when passing through the assembly line at her creation Once evening Papa rambled on at the family prayers belaboring the world’s ills as … Continue reading

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Pain

The poet’s ache our kampf we might say is not with man but with gods Wrestling angels & demons as we do we fight a battle of good & evil in words and words are slippery snakes Pain is bearable … Continue reading

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In the Meadow

In the meadow down the hill an old buck meanders about in pursuit of the lovely scent of fresh green on fruit trees      A civilized gentleman      in an uncivilized world 

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The Stream

The stream sings its song from memory without studying clef or key signature as for time it is infinite The notes a stream sings it finds in raindrop or rivulet It sings the one note only once since in a … Continue reading

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Gifts

            The wildflowers in the field bask in the glory of their sunshine A glory fiercer than that of the nursery with its tiny plastic pots all in a line pansy petunia geranium daisy 

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My Thoughts

My brain is a noisy machine The whine of its gears a constant ringing in my ears My memory images in the lens of some ancient camera the shutter clicking open/close 

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Melancholy

He said Right there  On the horizon Can you see the ship? And straining as I might I could see nothing through the mist but white caps sea gulls    The eyes of an old man do far far better  … Continue reading

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