We say bad things about people who hurt us.
That way they’d let up to haunt & to curse us.
We didn’t dismiss their nonsense,
just cruel.
We vent and vanquish their malevolence.
Renewal.
We say bad things about people who hurt us.
That way they’d let up to haunt & to curse us.
We didn’t dismiss their nonsense,
just cruel.
We vent and vanquish their malevolence.
Renewal.
moreover likely
my more moving through windows
than doors, like light,
just might send those
free thoughts, these thoughts
freefalling down rather than out
to the porch, steps, and on down the drive.
I was well into my spinning
out spontaneous routines,
original material
for mostly me, I guess, I mean.
It was going your direction
I try to make babies laugh ,too
but you weren’t having it,
and at the same time you’re having me, yet
you assumed
for some time, yet.
Where there’s a world somewhere
One here can see to between the lines
That feet freefall forward down to
What then night’s end might see
Too bad about sorrow
TO KNOW THE DARK
– WENDELL BERRY
“To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings
and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.”
C A U T I O N
–RAYMOND CARVER, from “A New Path To The Waterfall”
Trying to write a poem while it was still dark out,
he had the unmistakable feeling he was being watched.
Laid down the pen and looked around. In a minute
he got up and moved through the rooms in his house.
He checked the closets. Nothing, of course.
Still, he wasn’t taking any chances.
He turned off the lamps and sat in the dark.
Smoking his pipe until the feeling had passed
and it grew light out. He looked down
at the white paper before him. Then got up
and made the rounds of his house once more.
The sound of his breathing accompanying him.
Otherwise, nothing. Obviously
Nothing.
I. IN FLIGHT MOVIE
I’d say Seattle’s a city that’ll likely
Set you so free that you’ll likely
Be reminded of the high flight where you might just
Find me, plowing clouds way way above the bird play.
I see Seattle as a solution
Not too much a town to touch down to
Warm outstretched arms on a runway
To catch a wretched, falling runaway,
A getaway on holiday.
II. W A K E
“Guests must remain on the patio”
Insisted the sign in a winded sun.
I read it right there in my Adirondack chair
On a cliff so clearly steep.
I feel I might have fallen deep
Narcoleptically Asleep again, Though surely
The luringly named
Pacific Ocean below
Drew me here, to it’s wake up here
This pace maker peace
could liven this
III
There’s this tree, I took three pictures there.
A tree creatively crooked
& pointing down most of the Oregon coastline.
At least three pictures.
It rather weathervaned the ocean edge
& pointed, as a staggeringly lovely hag
might with her stick. A crow
lights in her hair, & All of it
blown forward
down the edge.
often it’s uncertain to see,
to see the true things through
but certainly sometime’s there’s time
when surely much of what’s new
when noticed might matter
to you or rather
to me
“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing,
moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just
common sense, dancing” -William James
There’s a cliff someplace
Where the wind’s not too strong, nor too bracing
Where the edge is hardly edgy
Where the drop is in a full bucket
Where the view is–
Where the shot is tight/wide open
We will take it
Where from where we stand unsteady and
Search from this perilous perch
for a shot at a sight/wide open.
for Richard Thompson,Richard Melvin, Son Of Man