Monthly Archives: April 2016

The Good Poem

The good poem is but a snap`shot captured by an eye filtered thru a heart mulled on by a mind scratched on a chip pared to simplicity edited air`brushed then laser`printed A moment in time the telling of which would … Continue reading

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Gone Fishing

I’m off to that Great River over where sun and not rain showers down on fevered souls heals the sore distressed heart recenters the rushing mind I’m off to seek for walleye off to watch eagle & osprey fight over … Continue reading

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On An April Evening

Come here! Let me show you the softness of the light how warming air has turned the horizon into rose garden illuminated by sunlight slipping to the sea Come see! The clouds smouldering coals in some well`banked fire growing deeper … Continue reading

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On Poppies

The first poppies have already opened     out by the mail`box they’re bright orange they make me think of a California boy of cantaloupe sheds     in the San Juaquin pungent with scents of overripe melons too sweet … Continue reading

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To the River

I will run to the River saying River cleanse me! Wash away the stain of years in the fierce current of your flow Chill down my fevered brain in the milt of your melt ‘til healed I hear again ‘til … Continue reading

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On Day`Dreaming

I sit on the deck in the sunshine my eyes gone blind as they do when a mind drifts off someplace far`far`away to a time gone Still on the deck in the sunshine life beats on in time The song`birds … Continue reading

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The Episode

Lying on the gurney looking up at a sack of saline drip`drip`dripping thru the line running down into your hand a little needle`bloody listening to the tires of the ambulance rumbling down the highway to a hospital under the bright … Continue reading

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On Poets

Poets are the tellers of tales by means of imagery our sparse words opaque We are dancers in masks fearless of ambiguity in our anonymous facades We are parabolists whose amoral morality`plays unmask emperors naked Poets are the word sculptors … Continue reading

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On Labor and Love: 7 Dodoitsu

 “fall down seven times, get up eight” ~ Japanese Proverb i. the tilled soil turns up a worm wiggling as if on a hook never so alive as when soon to be swallow’d ii. the bouquet of wild`flowers I picked … Continue reading

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Tonight’s Poem

The library full of the dead poets practises its religion of silence a Trappist monastery of aesthetes Real poets work in fish markets hawking their last night’s catch fat Chinooks flying thru the air Real poets sit atop giant cranes … Continue reading

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On Unhappiness

In the mall the jaded faces of the shoppers lugging sacks`full of irresistible stuff attractively On Sale yet totally irrelevant to their quality of life Seems they’d be happy yet in their demeanor they appear to suffer from oversaturation like … Continue reading

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On The Horizon

There is a horizon within this fragile faith A line far out from shore beyond which I cannot see the sails of all those boats which weighed anchor well ahead of me The old fishermen called it World’s End A … Continue reading

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