(C) R.L.K.
Rain banging away at the depot roof,
Weary wanderers watching the window
For the first hint of headlights;
It's midnight and it matters little
Where anyone is going as long as the train
Will cut the distance down to a size
That even the loneliest traveler,
Now playing one more sad song
On the harmonica, can live with.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
October Morning
(C) R.L.K.
after the storm
tattered
clouds drift
over an empty field --
so the day
begins:
chilly & wind-
swept, yet
beside a
rickety fence
a stray sunbeam
gilds a puddle of rain
after the storm
tattered
clouds drift
over an empty field --
so the day
begins:
chilly & wind-
swept, yet
beside a
rickety fence
a stray sunbeam
gilds a puddle of rain
Friday, September 23, 2011
Equinox
(C) R.L.K.
a leaf away
out in shadow
now
how
dark upon the hill
today away
gone like the others to the wind
that blows across the hill
that blows a leaf away
a leaf away
out in shadow
now
how
dark upon the hill
today away
gone like the others to the wind
that blows across the hill
that blows a leaf away
Monday, September 5, 2011
Another Poem About Time & Reality
(C) R.L.K.
(For Theresa)
The clouds, scrambled above the treetops,
That make the landscape this particular landscape;
The rain, dripping from the porch railing,
That make this evening what it is;
So summer ends, with most of the houses in darkness
And nearly everyone asleep, but you and I, somehow,
Have lingered, awake together, by this window a while.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Early and Late
(C) R.L.K.
"I was going to say... You remember various
details. But not even all of them together
show the intention. It is as if a snapshot
of a scene had been taken, but only a
few scattered details were to be seen..."
-- Wittgenstein
Sunlight, hillside,
old man with a
hat, the leaves, fall-
ing as other
leaves have fallen
before - all that
is the case; we
live in the world
and sort things out.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Words for an Anniversary
(C) R.L.K.
(For Gloria)
Clouds part, the pale light
of a half-finished
morning pours down through
the trees, and the wind,
the old returning
wind, whispers your name
in the empty street.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Midsummer
(C) R.L.K.
morning --
after hard rain,
after hard rain,
sunlight streams
through windows, trees
through windows, trees
glisten / between
green leaves,
green leaves,
pieces
of blue sky
of blue sky
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