Category Archives: Poetry

with them

Miss them with them :- Doug.

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poet old connection?

What does it mean to be a poet? What is the connection to old? :- Doug.

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Asks of us

Living asks of us Dying asks of us Grieving asks of us :- Doug.

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A shh that speaks

You cannot see it if You cannot say it And yet… There is a shh That speaks to our knowing :- Doug.

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language for no language

One of the things a poet works at for the rest of us is developing a language for things for which we have no language. For instance, death. :- Doug.

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Ancestor you

Turn Turn your face From where you were heading From whom you were To the ancestors from whom you come To the ancestor you are becoming Turn :- Doug.

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Fluttering quivering nuances

Yet I am catching a whiff of something that will add profundity to our course. Perhaps we will weep for those who are forgotten between now and 300 years. Weep to remember them. Weep to bring them forth as carers … Continue reading

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Make count

Make this day count Make this conversation count :- Doug.

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Dizzying in dying

Dizzying in dying lost in my spinning head what words to tell and who will tell the ending of my story? :- Doug.

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Make time for poetry

Make time for poetry Space for your own poetry :- Doug.

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Wrestles us to ground

Major poetry wrestles us to ground To the unwanted ground of our being Twists and turns out our bowels Wrenches and disjoints us Wrests perchance a hint of our real From living days From our dying :- Doug.

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Grandchild seek

Grandchild seek to be of use to your grandchildren to life to larger yet :- Doug.

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Skill-worthy

Dying—the wrestling with dying— is skill-worthy and you worthy of that skill study those who are at least don’t back away don’t run stand in that raging wind for such a poet this work is not difficult it is the … Continue reading

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Wrestle with the wonder

Wrestle with the wonder the surprise of this moment what you knew about life is dying :- Doug.

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Witness the humans

Witness the humans, their humanicity watch over and keep safe as one who depends upon you :- Doug.

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Not answering the question

So I like this technique of not answering the question, even just hinting at the question, letting it stew, thus showing that the thing does not have a final resolution where we are done with it and can put it … Continue reading

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And the beauty?

Of humanicity what is the good, the bad, and the beauty? :- Doug.

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