education
the continuous
art of the start readin
writin rythm tickin curiosity
and all that jazz you read about
on the paper napkin the poet spoke
and fed her brain

#467. dreamtime

March 28, 2011

another early memory
to chastise and beguile me
so it often begins
and will eventually end
sometimes even before
my wife falls asleep
much to her delight
because she feels
the kisses are much sweeter
when she is awake

how can i help but agree

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#325. wordclay

July 16, 2010

poetry is a sweet mix up
of the senses

vision blurrd
bound by naught
sight as meant
to be seen

clarity as a concept
irreverelevant

hazy how
time appears
fortunate
though

vision
clearly
hazy

clearly

#256. poetry

May 8, 2010

understanding
that burdens
are beauty
more poignant
than daffodils
and that truth
matters as much
as breath

then the words must flower
and flow

#222. wriddle

April 4, 2010

wasted
words have
written themselves and
why not
wrestle
with them
within the Endless

the arc
of the poet
reaches beyond the physical
beyond imagination
into the reality
of the common
place.

the arc
of the poet
lays across the heart
swelling the mind
and intersecting
the spirit
of the curious.

the arc
of the poet
touches remotely
stirring the intimate
dreams
of the everyday
reaper.

the arc
of the poet
extends beyond
the arms length
of the composer
deeply and beyond measure
into the Endless.

sometimes

the arc
of the poet
extends beyond
and behind
to connect
the poet to every thing
the poet needs.

#39. Between

October 4, 2009

Between
Inhaling and exhaling
there is a particular scene
and a unique music
that runs behind my eyes
and walks across the other
senses of my conciousness
firing the vessel that holds
the words I need.
When I hear it and experience
the heat
I overflow onto whatever page
is at hand.
Color in the dark.

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