Monthly Archives: April 2018
Closing out April
And here we are at the close of another April, with the door to the merry month of May ready to open. Thank you all for a wonderful month. The four poems I owe you will appear at random sometime … Continue reading
Doors opening, closing on us Maybe there is more of the magical in the idea of a door than in the door itself. It’s always a matter of going through into something else. But while some doors lead to cathedrals … Continue reading
Letter to N.Y. for Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you’d say where you are going and what you are doing; how are the plays, and after the plays what other pleasures you’re pursuing: taking cabs in … Continue reading
My Pocket Poem: A Walk, by Rilke
A Walk My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if … Continue reading
National Poem in Your Pocket Day!!!!
Happy National Poem in Your Pocket Day!!!!! That’s right all you poetry readers! Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day! The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month, then carry it with you to … Continue reading
Mirror A white room and a party going on and I was standing with some friends under a large gilt-framed mirror that tilted slightly forward over the fireplace. We were drinking whiskey and some of us, feeling no pain, were … Continue reading
Speed Walking on August 31, 2013 Nothing much to report this morning as if anyone were waiting to hear, putting the day on hold like, just a few women jogging by, girls with their eyes lowered, and a few men, … Continue reading
Challenge & Housekeeping!
So, I found a great poem for today, a real Monday, kind of poem. And discovered I already used it back in 2012. My detection skills are failing somewhat. I did catch it but who knows what else has slipped … Continue reading
Shadow-Bride
Shadow-Bride There was a man who dwelt alone, as day and night went past he sat as still as carven stone, and yet no shadow cast. The white owls perched upon his head beneath the winter moon; they wiped their … Continue reading
The Chameleon I caught a chameleon lizard in my backyard, and to please myself I moved him from a green leaf to a tree’s brown bark, then to my yellow porch where he froze in my hand, his eyes fixed … Continue reading