what language did

  what language did      one day life came into our earth.  how it was before nobody knows.  no one spoke and for all we know, for all we don’t know, it was dark. no water moved.     because of life, smoke began to weave.  it spun itself into twine, twisting silent thought.  flames arose upon new [...]

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No poet here

No poet here I am a man who writes poems. That’s fair to say, but not much more. I am a man who wakes, goes to work four or five days a week. Usually. Usually Sunday to church. I do chairs. I eat my dinner at my desk. I like eating but it don’t much [...]

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Untitled

U n t i t l e d Untitled, that’s how all these poems begin an empty old battered pot. (Says so right here in soot and thumb.) Will I ever love you rightly or enough, lingers in thought past when eyes close to sleep. And do you wonder who? I mean you. I look [...]

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Some hints toward happiness

Some hints toward happiness Open your arms to a dawn Cast your heart into a night See what grows See what follows Spread a few wild seeds Wild knows what to do, You observe Take a breath Now let go, everything dances on fingertips Eat some cake Pleasure is good for you Butter too, cook [...]

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Writing you

read write prompt #113, the therapeutic cleanse – a spa for your writerly being by mary biddinger Getting stuck in a poetic writing rut? That’s the question, then response for this week’s prompt. (Read the RWP prompt for full descriptive details.) (Read other participants responses to this prompt.) Read my second poem prompt response here. [...]

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Nothing much

Nothing much About some light poem group index Nothing has ever been lost, only moved. One life will scatter on wind, far of flight away, yet remains like a thread and knit. Fog may narrow a distant mountain eye so then our hands and feet become the sky. One breath, even one that’s last is [...]

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Faucet

Not like a stone, I change when I wanna.  Italics perhaps makes more clear. Faucet   And then someone says no you won’t listen it’s your day your hour your time no it isn’t. You resist, a matter of principle no it’s not any excuse for a port, brave new waves. Barely through the door [...]

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