Tuesday, June 12, 2012
i
have not
wanted the farmer’s
life,
but i’ve
laid out clean
rows
and have
watched the new growth.
the
clear answers
are not easy.
have not
wanted the farmer’s
life,
but i’ve
laid out clean
rows
and have
watched the new growth.
the
clear answers
are not easy.
Friday, June 08, 2012
poetry
can change
the world but
just
slightly the
way a flower
shifts
your gaze
in a barren
room
or a
thud wakes you.
can change
the world but
just
slightly the
way a flower
shifts
your gaze
in a barren
room
or a
thud wakes you.
i
have seen
my true waters
cloud
and the
places of my
youth
burn in
summer air.
have seen
my true waters
cloud
and the
places of my
youth
burn in
summer air.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
envoy
unwrap
these words,
these petals, with
care
and scatter
them by hand
on
sidewalks for
all to use.
unwrap
these words,
these petals, with
care
and scatter
them by hand
on
sidewalks for
all to use.
i
dream of
sand drifting over
streets
and sidewalks
where no one
is
out and
the end is.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
A few of my pieces are up at On Barcelona with those of other great poets.
as poets,
we are
cliff jumpers
seeking to
join alternate
continents with
a leap and
some letters
so that others
can follow.
we are
cliff jumpers
seeking to
join alternate
continents with
a leap and
some letters
so that others
can follow.
i
had waited
for wings like
sails
to cut
through the clouds,
but
i was
given only words.
had waited
for wings like
sails
to cut
through the clouds,
but
i was
given only words.
belfast
walking
the roads
of a divided
city,
i searched
for differences and
found
flags blowing
in limp air.
walking
the roads
of a divided
city,
i searched
for differences and
found
flags blowing
in limp air.
in
turning, i
lost my balance
and
stumbled into
a rock strewn
path.
i began
to question my
need
to change
though too late.
turning, i
lost my balance
and
stumbled into
a rock strewn
path.
i began
to question my
need
to change
though too late.
