Friday, December 31, 2010

The Same Dark Blood Stirring (December 31, 2010)

the same
dark blood stirring
the rage of the wounded,
we murmured the grace
like an old song,
and slipped through
the stream of the last
fast-going days.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

A Wild Shriek Of Musketry (December 20, 2010)

a wild shriek of musketry
into the pines,
knocking over an empty
try to persuade patience
I will see about

A Sidewise Glancing (December 29, 2010)

a sidewise, glancing
eyes like lightning
At last they rose,
and sailed
into the air beautifully
half drowned with

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Monday, December 27, 2010

Hands Clutching A White Envelope (December 27, 2010)

hands clutching
a white envelope
The man paused again.
But wait.
plans have changed
Into the kitchen for
some old burgundy.

I Fear For What Is Remembered (December 26 2010)

I fear for
What is remembered
what it has to say.
already running on hibernation
deep in shadowy
here until sunset

Sunday, December 26, 2010

If I Have Made You Love Me (December 25, 2010)

if I have made you love me
with no pretty speeches
Could it mean
you are with fever.
and all too happy
whistling Besides,
No room there for a mare.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Wait (December 21, 2010)

Wait--for liberty!
somewhere in
the Mediterranean
All hands aft!

Weary And Content (December 20, 2010)

Weary and content
carried down upon the river
on a ray of light
Drawing home again
suddenly freed

Friday, December 17, 2010

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Go Across And Calm The Leaders (December 16, 2010)

go across and
calm the leaders.
By all means, do.
with your own
dirgeful tale of
water full in the face

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010

Behind The Walls (December 13, 2010)

behind the walls
He spoke in a loud whisper
"Shh-hhh, it is late--or rather
it is early."
why not both?

Sunday, December 12, 2010

This Night (December 12, 2010)

this night,
the very pulse of winter
the snow fell
like a soft coverlet
each moment still
only the quiet

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Shattered By (December 11, 2010)

shattered by
the arabesque beauty
of clouds
folded curled stretched
and so soon parting,
whispers from the sky

At Once The Tumults (December 10, 2010)

at once
the tumults
gathered into great flocks,
their restless chatter
filling the air

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

With Word To No One (December 8, 2010)

with word to no one
make all things seem possible.
Do not worry about Must we
burst into a rollick of laughter.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

No Doubt Even Now (December 7, 2010)

No doubt
there is even now
the long line of
counted dreams
each deep wish
faintly arched
delicately cut
and always

Monday, December 6, 2010

Quiet He Sat (December 6, 2010)

quiet he sat
Open it,
he said
and wished that
she might see
his soul half-strangled
in the snow

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Oh Goodness Me (December 5, 2010)

Oh, goodness me,
A table, laid with
wild deliberations.
Do you eat this way
every day?

Saturday, December 4, 2010

You Have Not Lived Long Enough (December 4, 2010)

You have not lived long enough to
wander so wistfully
is your gathered knowledge
leathered by the sun and wind
How can I tell?
open  your hands

Friday, December 3, 2010

Has It Ever Seemed Strange To You (December 3, 2010)

Has it ever seemed
strange to you that
solitude is better
more distinct colorful
to escape boredom
I prefer waiting

Thursday, December 2, 2010

We Are On The Threshold (December 2, 2010)

We are
On the threshold
A few more miles
will carry us across
another winter
we will forget all
that has happened

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Remnants (December 1, 2010)

It is the first of December and time for a feature from a guest poet.  This month the guest is none other than Johntimothy Pizzuto, my wonderful and charming husband!  Johntimothy has been making some found text poems too over the last year and I find his way of putting together these bits of cut phrases together quite fascinating!  Johntimothy is a printmaker and Associate Professor of Printmaking at the University of South Dakota.  Some of his artwork can be found on his website, which is sorely in need of an update!  Hope you enjoy Johntimothy's poem!

      language so difficult be-
  through the tiny openings
the words came again and again
curiousity. "Tell me about
campfires burned low,
     tinder into flame and
Watching each movement
all of life's remnants seem
   innocent to all eyes