'tis the season
for neither rhyme
nor reason — no, wait —
I rhymed that line that time —
oh darn, and there I go again —
forgive me, my friend,
and allow me to make amends —
oops, well, I suppose
it's a songwriter's curse,
and what's worse is that
I actually tried —
no, wait, hold that:
I lied
for #ds106 Daily Create
It's hard to hold on
beneath the barrage of bad news;
but hope filters through
for #ds106
Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you. ― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Gap
there, beneath
where you once
removed the river rock,
and tossed it to the trees,
an outline remains,
a pocket for rains
smooth sands
by gravity's fingers;
and in your mind,
the rock's still there;
it's the gap that disappears
for #ds106
even a teacher
a poet
a photographer
(an) entity of landscapes
explorer
father / writer
collaborator / musician
himself (a) dog, unknown;
a songwriter
a dada cut-up poem for #ds106 Daily Create
Deception, then:
this morning's quiet
is anything but, as I
listen more closely,
to hear:
the high frequency hum of the fridge
the punctuated sound of the sump pump
the whooshing of dehumidifier, cycling on/off
the singing of birds through an open window
the long sigh of the dog stretching on the couch
the lone car, decelerating, a voice on radio
the daily newspaper landing on driveway
I sit, sip and write
for #DS106 Daily Create
Inked words
stumble
on the page
What I mean
to say is that a poem
takes shape
different on paper
than a screen —
I am forever
in revision
in the words
in-between
for #ds106 Daily Create (handwritten poem)
https://flic.kr/p/2rhm1cK
Heaven Help Us:
There Are Rivers
In The Sky -
Signs Of Life -
Atmosphere Belonging
Book Spine Poetry for #ds106
Each hand ticking
towards destruction
never stops, and yet,
here we are, people
of the world, working
towards a common
goal: for peace, we must
pause the clock
for #DS106 Daily Create
Too dark to see so
I ask her, and it's the same
answer as nearly every morning
until seasonal darkness fades and
our eyes can see for ourselves
for #ds106 #DailyCreate
Sound waves,
in harmony,
accent a melody,
a noise, note, tone
with a complex
vibration and
voice, amid the din,
the pitch modulates
in resonance and
sonancy
a thesaurus poem, with “sound” as key word
for #ds106 Daily Create