Category Archives: Poetry

Maybe sleep

Maybe sleep evades our grasping pursuing Rather pours over us honey fog :- Doug.

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The tracks we make

The tracks we make upon our times are faint, faint Did our parents take us to Washington in 1962 or 1963 or 1964? There are no longer any records and who can open those computer files from a decade ago? … Continue reading

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A question, a story, a poem

How do I stand at the threshold of a conversation with the generations? A question, a story, a poem. :- Doug.

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Can a grandchild not make poetry?

How old is a grandchild? How many grandchildren in this room? How many words in a poem? What turns prose into poetry? When ought a question go unanswered? How can we call this a poem? How can a grandchild not … Continue reading

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it looks quiet

Out my window it looks quiet how do I recognize? :- Doug.

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Intentionally invisible poem

An intentionally invisible poem is harder to ignore. :- Doug.

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When a poem resists

When a poem resists I will make it sit Till one of us gets over it :- Doug.

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accuses you

Your unwritten poem accuses you :- Doug.

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Write! Your responsibility

Write! It’s your responsibility To ancestors :- Doug.

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No right to withhold

I have no right to withhold my poetry from whatever grandchildren there might be :- Doug.

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Weight of a smile

No production, please. Let the world turn without you today. Bending the arc perhaps, or just adding the weight of a smile to it. :- Doug.

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Trees turned over and dipped

Outside my window: beauty. All the tree, right down to the smallest twiglet, encased in clear silver. All the trees turned over and dipped in liquid instantly drying to crystal, then planted back but maybe not where they were. A … Continue reading

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I do not have the way

I do not have the way nor can there be invite face stir :- Doug.

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I turn my face

To the generations I turn my face a flower :- Doug.

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Who erected the frontier?

Who erected the frontier between the generations but we constructors of time? Can this stream by them be forded? bridged? skirted? :- Doug.

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You get lost in the forest

You get lost in the forest only because you don’t want to be there :- Doug.

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See an entrance

I see an entrance to the forest many possibilities invite :- Doug.

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