Monthly Archives: January 2015

A Hard Wind

A hard wind blows up-island bending harder maples whipping cedars into dance the wild dance of childhood which follows no rules forgoes all grace to simply whirl Even the rain frozen to slivers neither snow nor sleet is caught up … Continue reading

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Losing Things

An old man loses things It’s good he has lots of time on his hands to look for them after all losing & finding things just about sums up his vocation and such hours are rarely wasted not that he … Continue reading

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On Giving

He in asking shows hesitancy as though his needing reflects some weakness that should be hidden and his accepting some moral flaw She in giving conspicuously notes her generosity a virtue most admirable among a high society and her granting some … Continue reading

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Sleep

It’s just a mystery how sleep slips into me    A wisp of smoke from cedar    drifting down from a neighbor’s    fireplace finding me longing    in the dark for a healing    of these weary     … Continue reading

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Telling Time

Time is not told by monumental events Except they stand as markers Reminders of places on the map where we stopped time to attend for a moment a thing’s passing We do not live in monuments but in shelters on … Continue reading

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A Poet’s Legacy

We measure our lives in years not in moments much as we measure homes by square feet not tenderness Measure our wealth as net worth not accumulated forgiveness Measure work by rewards not as gift’s expression We measure wrong The … Continue reading

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When God Goes Missing

If it’s serenity you’re searching for you’d better look for a bar    Here’s more soul searching    at 11 o’clock in the morning    than you’ll find in a church Religion today is reality TV A super-bowl of soul … Continue reading

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So Are We Known

We speak best when we keep silent Our words but awkward distractions from who we are Who we are is written on our face Stares from behind our eyes We are as our hands tell Tight`fisted or open As we … Continue reading

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Whoever Are We?

One foot wanders The other seeks home One hand makes the fist The other offers a blessing One eye seeks out the fault The other sees the gift One ear won’t listen The other hears all We are antinomies caught … Continue reading

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Tinkering

Old men manufacture their days      Boys putting together models of airplanes & racing cars Buffing out the lacquers to set the trophies onto shelves of dust One done buy another Each year the lenses get thicker     … Continue reading

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The Naked Mind

Was a time when the sight of a soaring eagle moved a crippled heart When the random glimpse of a deer in the forest made a pulse race That was when we had time Our sunsets then lay stacked like … Continue reading

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Gathering Stones

The stones lie gray in my hand one might even say heavy but not really heavy at all scrubbed clean by sand polished over time into silence My thought searches for a ledge an edge by which to cling Some … Continue reading

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