Seen, just as
it is, this
fine rain brings
it is, this
fine rain brings
thoughts of past
things. So much
things. So much
that is gone. Is it
as simple as
that, as this:
the train I ride,
the tracks ahead
that disappear just
beyond the next hill?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
As of Now
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such warmth,
finally:
a May day so boldly
green, awash
with sun-
shine, fine
with light breezes
through the window
now open
to what's
new
such warmth,
finally:
a May day so boldly
green, awash
with sun-
shine, fine
with light breezes
through the window
now open
to what's
new
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Damp Season
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stark
sky of darkest gray --
what a way
to greet the day
outside the window the world's
strange shapes are
caught in
nets of rain
time keeps
passing
while the radio plays
sad songs...
& there are so many
sad songs
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Spoon River Days
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....
as the morning bells ring
mist from the river
veils the trees
....
the play of a morning sunbeam
as the dust rag glides
across the piano top
....
at close of day
the shimmering air
just before the rain
....
after the last train
only the sound of the wind
through the empty depot
....
the weary old moon
pauses a moment
over the riverbed
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Spring Haiku
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1.
Three white gulls circling
Over the morning traffic --
A long day ahead.
2.
As the sun goes down
A lone blue heron is bathed
In a rosy light.
3.
As the soft rain falls
A woman carries her dog
Past the shuttered shops.
1.
Three white gulls circling
Over the morning traffic --
A long day ahead.
2.
As the sun goes down
A lone blue heron is bathed
In a rosy light.
3.
As the soft rain falls
A woman carries her dog
Past the shuttered shops.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Three for the Changing Season
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1.
a long
walk a long
way through new-
fallen
snow
slowly
clouds drift a-
part
moonlight
spills
through
the trees
a while
2.
an icy glare
clings to
the silent pond
empty
branches sway
against shadowy clouds
3.
long train rolling on,
past the streetlamps, the leafless
trees, the windows softly lit,
rolling on, rolling on…
as Bachelard said:
“a dream of elsewhere
must be left open
at all times”
1.
a long
walk a long
way through new-
fallen
snow
slowly
clouds drift a-
part
moonlight
spills
through
the trees
a while
2.
an icy glare
clings to
the silent pond
empty
branches sway
against shadowy clouds
3.
long train rolling on,
past the streetlamps, the leafless
trees, the windows softly lit,
rolling on, rolling on…
as Bachelard said:
“a dream of elsewhere
must be left open
at all times”
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Improvisations
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....
1. EARLY SUNDAY AGAIN
There is a sound like the splash of rainwater beside the fence row. This one day begins, as other days have begun. Something simply comes to be, perhaps the idea of a journey. Branches sway, suggesting a way to go. There is another sound, like laughter. The wind blows the gate open.
........
1. EARLY SUNDAY AGAIN
There is a sound like the splash of rainwater beside the fence row. This one day begins, as other days have begun. Something simply comes to be, perhaps the idea of a journey. Branches sway, suggesting a way to go. There is another sound, like laughter. The wind blows the gate open.
2. THE WOMAN IN BLUE DENIM IN A HOTEL LOBBY JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT
Is it the sound of the rain that she is listening to so attentively? It is best not to guess, but rather to simply wait. After all, to come into this place out of the storm is to begin to wait. On such a night, one can hear a different music, and dream about a different shade of blue.
....
3. THE LANDING, A CERTAIN PORT
It is getting late. Dark clouds are rolling in, yet the ship remains in sunlight as it drifts, slowly, toward the shore. That, at least, is something to sing about, and there will be singing soon. Songs that tell the old stories will drift on the wind, far from this one small place.
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