Sunday, February 28, 2010

ladies and gentlemen (Feb. 28, 2010)

ladies and gentlemen
the unleashed festivities
the table lustrous
from the looks of there has been
enough cooked and ate
that was anything food
It's a funny flit of a
white hands folded lady
on the far side her eyes a
rose-colored disturbance;
finally low in the long grass
on to a little
lay sleeping sleep.

wonder became audible (Feb. 27, 2010)

wonder became audible,
straining ears heard the words:
be the slight movements
of a barely glanced at
crystal chandelier
appear as if only almost lost
question the Approaching graces
from behind the torrent
of a more troubled
outside, I stood listening
but chose the only
corner door left open.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

I was the vacant stare (Feb. 26, 2010)

I was the vacant stare
all unclasped
still in the depths
the color of ashes
I only know what makes
a friend
the rest from demanding
another chair drawn close,
lighting the great idea
It was the first clear 

Thursday, February 25, 2010

in a forest of young pines (Feb. 25, 2010)

a forest of young pines
curled against
contented and blissful
across a clearing
witness the strange animals
already packed
carrying spring
They looked
brown eyes flashing
for signs of fear
as if losing
the effect of the
tangible night
in the whispered
return to

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

early the middle (Feb. 24, 2010)

early the middle
if only like This
the morning, having
rushed in circles,
reached midstream
red marched in
distorted by the
too anxious
I am a torn
bit of colored paper,
the world
I hoped to see
stood waiting
and flushed,
There is no rehearsal
This would be

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

in the dark (Feb. 23, 2010)

in the dark
a whirling chaos
leaving language, looking back
breathless, hardly breathing
branches of lies,
pieces of little about
carried away along
the river, browned
into the onrushing
this strange debris
was some item solitary
in the air before a
life empty of

Monday, February 22, 2010

in a little parcel (Feb. 22, 2010)

in a little parcel of
the sunny room
each thought remained
turned to the
partially drawn window sill
it was made over and over
as though undecided,
delicately paused
an intently wondered something
hesitant, until suddenly
it was a thing
in plain sight

Sunday, February 21, 2010

for a full minute (Feb. 21, 2010)

for a full minute
of utterly still
remained stretched out
patiently watching the gradually
parting with only a glance
eye to the whirl
at the end of the never near nor far
materialize through that savory performance
sitting against the rock
curiously crumbling
repeat lastly the loosening
with little time left
yet again
like this

in the distance (Feb. 20, 2010)

in the distance
the sight of blue
so silent and still
the moon receding
dispappeared from sight
inviting the after image
that came into place
washing away the
morning to evening
then slowly the day

Friday, February 19, 2010

time is an object (Feb. 19, 2010)

time is an object apparently
here was a picture soon taken
notice the slow and perilous passing
when more than the moving stood still
this slender glass presence
a late souvenir
of the overcome moment.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

breathe in peace (Feb. 18, 2010)

breathe in peace
toss a light branch methodically
over the sound of leaves awakening
shout from the echo into the night
canoe alone
there is much freedom Here,
the depths of only
Remember it to be so

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I took to the window sill (Feb. 17, 2010)

I took to the window sill
ever a moment of silence ahead
curled in the generous
piece of red cloth
I crossed outdoors
without any signal
to this spot of thickly
fallen leaves
a difficult to reach safety
the sting of temptation waited
I shall go long from here
are you quite willing to
wander the morning until
I return.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

many the uninvited bring to mind! (Feb. 16, 2010)

many the uninvited bring to mind!
At last he spoke. Suddenly he cried
his thoughts did an unexpected thing
they dressed quickly, he let them out
one by one
listening for the sound of
affection waiting
There was a slight mist
and a dark uneasy.

Monday, February 15, 2010

is it so (Feb. 15, 2010)

is it so, the clutching fanfare
this delicate game of leaped to flying
But would a certain debt to intrigue
be that hero of the greater charm
the other side of the once drawn gesture
appeared tonight an echoing smile
if you spoke well of my passing familiar
I think I could be the whistle of the wind

Sunday, February 14, 2010

there-the last minute instructions (Feb. 14, 2010)

there -- the last-minute
instructions have come.
I am now cast directly
in the paperweight painting
a cause for showing crazy pleased,
from this city gleefully gather
 the white lace
and prepare each of the
faintly suited occupants
the young,
the yawned,
and the caught sleeping
loosen the reins on the
autumn twilight
wait wide open
today could be the
return to always.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

when perhaps parting (Feb. 13, 2010)

when perhaps parting
think of the likely
shafts of pale light
turned around corners
with a surprise interrupted
which of those days held
the thought possible
greet every movement
from the glass house
as looked in and away
no need to answer
any word from that courier
of the gathering comfort
is a message at the

Friday, February 12, 2010

I did not guess the power (Feb. 12, 2010)

I did not guess the power of
the oath to return
so I remained sailed into the air
a second time
then careless, toward the
misread weather orientation
eyes gleaming with secret
plotting knowledge
something widened far off
beyond the walls
a short cut across the surface
current of the leafy treetops
into that bound aloofly
wall of clouds
never seemed frightening
when the walk every midnight
activities gave themselves
to my liking
I must go back to one
single night of ceremony.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

now is about to wipe away when (Feb. 11, 2010)

now is about to wipe away when
firelight dancing
across the wrinkled page
maintained the ashes of
a history secret
which trilling crescendo
to understand of anything
arranged with illustrious apparent
who but the ancestors
remember my promise
hurry home
be with story, quickly
have lessons of fine hopes assured
be named loyal to the melody
listening and more golden
with affection
perfect beyond care

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

so placid a night (Feb.10, 2010)

so placid a night for indignation
If any have received the writers block
fire half bright, staring eye
as a mountain motionless
bounded only to the whitewashed room
while the lone tip of tilted purity
continued presently
its own pleaded power, delicate
existed misty
then at once, foot before foot
reached ascent
back for comes from
shafts of dawn.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

hand over the glossy fire tales (Feb. 9, 2010)

hand over the glossy fire tales
a trifle talk there comes and goes
someone open the however
smoking message
for sentiment does not know
a precious moment sitting
under the balance of
crumbling corridors
to sharp ears the talk that
followed was found forbidden
who speaks the language?

Monday, February 8, 2010

back in December (Feb. 8, 2010)

back in December
or was a nearly night discernible
when the bargain languished
buried in the fruitless grow longing
you leaned in thrall eye on spring
the walked on ground disappeared
but miles of over-worked fields fell
hard driven into the
incessant haunting distance
now is a long despairing

Sunday, February 7, 2010

disappointed with the time and temperature (Feb. 7, 2010)

disappointed with the
time and temperature
get to party packing
answer with coming
to completely said
be a frankly flannel
mouthpiece and a
candidate of
something everything!
then oblivious of the law
of exact abilities
move among supporters
sink politely purring
to the full circumstances
of the hitherto throne

Saturday, February 6, 2010

with marks of beyond the ordinary (Feb. 6, 2010)

with marks of beyond the ordinary
pink settled in together
a wild passion rose meant
a small amount of finding nerve
sent to purchase the last dreaming
each garden grows to conceal itself
in the rising confusion
of lifted ecstasy

Friday, February 5, 2010

in some loose halfway telling (Feb. 5, 2010)

in some loose halfway telling
or another remembered order
the missing part of the night journey
would simply have been
lost for good
some small disappointment
not even noticed
but without a word coming
bright lightning
curtains pulled open wide
suddenly the gaze returning
from the wilderness
who are they if not the
beings denied
alight with a certain receding

Thursday, February 4, 2010

I sat with the small square struggle (Feb. 4, 2010)

I sat with the small
square struggle
a brought around basket
some few feet away
feeling the eyes of
the day before
I found the key to
curl up time
under the hand of
the middle night
understand that the
door place between
warrants the vague
sense of not
yet being

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

on an errand once run (Feb. 3, 2010)

on an errand once run
I dropped my confusion
on the floor
at first glance
it was openly defiant
knocked down
unable to distinguish
desperate conditions
under the
glass paperweight;
then a
come later procession
leaving the
tears of faint hearts gazing
nearly threw all
offending abroad
but I opened myself
with their still warm

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

there behind the slanted bookshelves (Feb. 2, 2010)

there behind the slanted bookshelves
a list of instructions awaiting
the prelude pages opened the door
the invitation to stay came after
left to fall from the blanket fringe
the old paper map curled heavily
at the realization already recognized
know that you may to have to walk slowly
remember just one small word with
the fresh smell of astonishment
be the soul of love ever since.

Monday, February 1, 2010

so one day (Feb. 1, 2010)

so one day after a series of
never mind how
I caught a brief glimpse
of the dull red days ahead
I know something that would
involve a think around 
even against the will of
reciprocal becoming silence
bring me a writing-table
before there is a trifle telling
somewhere close the door behind
the image could have dragged around
anxiety and interrogation but
a sheet of paper witnessed
so firm a thing to cherish
an ideal at the windows

The first four weeks of found text poems

The words and phrases of each day's poem are gathered up and placed in a tiny plastic bag, awaiting a future in a piece of art work.  Photo here of the first four weeks of poems laid out on the desk.