Aug 24, 2010 | Free Verse, Poetry |
Memory, the interior decorator,works in myriad styles, appeals to all the senses, borrows fromeveryone everywhere, or should it be called stealing, for memoryrecognizes no property rights is no simple keeper of the booksbut a capricious potentate with purposes of its own includingrewriting of the history it tells over and over again, so I fallasleep one place and wake another, whether it be tent, castle, mud hutor even prison, without my knowing the charge or having a chance to plead(who can plead against his memory?} Memory, the interior decorator,keeps busy plundering my life in order to furnish me differently than I could ever have...
Aug 15, 2010 | Free Verse, Poetry |
Thunder in heavy August late afternoonputs me in mind of peacocks struttingbefore a storm, blue green tails making a dryrustling sound, anxious at fear’s near edge,the multiple feather eyes moving perhapsan inch back and forth and seeing nothing. My mind can wander because it is of mybody, organ inseparable – these peacockswere on another continent and long agoand yet I house this within myself, how beautiful the peacocks were, how strangethe dry sound before storm, those eyes. Am I more fully myself being olderor am I not – no way to answer andperhaps even foolish to ask as the rainthat was heralded comes pouring downI am reasonably sure the peacocks tookno notice of me as I was taking them in. After rain comes the scent of mint inthe green soaked garden, luxurious,and the black eyed susans are blazing,refreshed, quite the opposite of subdued ,the peacocks strut in my mind and makethat dry rustling sound as their tails...
Aug 14, 2010 | Free Verse, Poetry |
I don’t think things outI think things in What I think in changes meI’m partly new to myself The reclusive tempts meI can’t declare myself I can’t pass customsI seem a witless witness What is in me can’t be tracedWhat’s in me compounds I can’t please and can’t pleadNo matter what I’d like to do What I think in lodges in meEnjoys considerable freedom I go on listening, knowing all I have thought in listens as...
Aug 1, 2010 | Free Verse, Poetry |
You have been gone so longYou are a mountain in my mind I wander your slopes, finding different wayson different days, in different dreams. Remembering and forgetting mingle, soI get to know you better and worse, as I explore what’s much bigger than I.These treks change my vision, I see your faults, deep ravines that hold ancient bouldersand timber swept down in recent storms. I see what I should have seen when you lived,but love and need blocked dangerous vision. I see how weak you were and how much pain there was in your wanting what you couldn’t have, I see that envy made you sly.The mountain is beautiful but not tame – storms rip down its flanks at all seasons.I love to spend time on the mountain knowing I will never know it, knowingthat it will keep changing and changing me, knowing that it has no summit, no wayto place a period at the end of a sentence You have been gone so longYou are a mountain in my...
Jul 10, 2010 | Free Verse, Poetry |
A dream slips in the windowas if it were nothing but light It is restless and also speechlessdressed in fabric of green and blue It paces about my living roomI see ocean and sky and green hills A breeze comes up in the houseI notice the dream keeps changing I try to get near and to enter itI can’t help walking through it I am weeping when I come outboth for sorrow and for...
Jul 7, 2010 | Free Verse, Poetry |
I have read thousands of booksof which I have no memory Yet they exist within me,fish swimming in their sea There is knowledge before knowledgeand knowledge after knowledge There is knowledge without knowingand knowledge beyond knowledge So I am quite learned without a wayto declare my learning which is implicit I can not lecture or teach and I writefragmentary notes on what I can’t say Which yet preoccupies me on this dayafter the blizzard which left almost three feet of white snow which willvanish in a week or two at the most I keep on reading and writing knowingfull well time in time cancels all.. White snow rolls away to the horizonas shadows of oaks declare themselves I have read thousands of booksof which I have no memory I start to hallucinate not recallimages beneath blizzard of...
