Category Archives: Poetry

Dance of generations

Music From and for The dance of generations :- Doug.

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How wide deep open

How wide is your range? How deep in your now do you swim? How open is your space? :- Doug.

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Discovering humanity

Can we discover humanity in grandchildren ancestors? :- Doug.

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human wellspring

Attend the suffering of others a human wellspring :- Doug.

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Don’t know the puzzle

The thing about humans and life we don’t often know what the puzzle is :- Doug.

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If time were a planet

If time were a planet and past and future all around :- Doug.

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Are you one?

I’m on a search for grandchildren are you one? :- Doug.

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People hives

People are about hives meeting makes human words are about handling stemming from our root to embrace to caress :- Doug.

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In familiar ways

In familiar ways we are all grandchildren of life :- Doug.

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But we can think

We may not see the future but we can think about it :- Doug.

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It asked me to paddle

Even this flow of music nearly wrote itself —although it asked me to paddle here and there :- Doug.

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Do you hear the trickle?

Here is what I have to say in the witness of my fellow grandchildren: Do you hear the trickle? Like the wind you do not notice till you notice, once I heard it I heard it beneath and flowing through … Continue reading

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as your nose

A poem is a list of lines each necessary as your nose :- Doug.

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skin tendons blood

Minerals—bones and hard shells—are like people. Organics—skin, tendons, muscles, blood—are like conversations. Which lasts? Which reaches? Which sings? :- Doug.

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Poem offering

My poem my offering :- Doug.

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More frightening thing

The more frightening thing— Not to do my poetry :- Doug.

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It matters to ask

It matters what question you ask the grandchildren It matters that you ask the grandchildren :- Doug.

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