new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Gone
disappeared—
the derelict walked right on up
the wind-
swept street round
the corner down
to where (he remembered)
the old man’s shoe-
shine stand
ran down.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Goldfinch
caught
red-
handed
branching
yellow
bird-
like
twig
light's
song.
(First published in an untitled slightly different version in Shearsman #1, 1981.)
red-
handed
branching
yellow
bird-
like
twig
light's
song.
(First published in an untitled slightly different version in Shearsman #1, 1981.)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Guesthouse
After the sun's checked out,
Go into the empty room
At twilight watch the light
That's left drain out
The windows open
To the sea before you
Sink into the darkness
When the cicadas have
Wound down completely,
Do not look back.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Salamander
The "Milk and Honey House" in Meligalas has about five salamanders that can usually be seen popping their beady-eyed heads out of the stonework around early evening or so; they spend most of their nocturnal time motionless, glued to the ceiling waiting for moths or flies to come within range of their lightning-smart tongues and bam! no more stupidity till the next one's struck dumb. Somewhat like me when I found out some little red Salamander had one of my poems stuck on its tongue; thank you, anonymous little critter, and may you catch many more before the dawn comes.
How to Win Friends and Influence People in PoBiz
The Golden Rule:
Pity the poor, precious
Ordinary reader, poet--
Easy on the effluent;
Don't suck him in.
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