Category Archives: Poetry

practice work play

Poetry is a practice a work and a play. :- Doug.

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Inklings should

Is that inkling saying what I meant, does it say more than what I meant? Inklings should. :- Doug.

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I will not recover

From this thing called life I will not recover Might enjoy yet :- Doug.

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unknowable future moment

Make work for the unknowable future moment. You will know and you will never know :- Doug.

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Small sublime works

You may not bend the curve much But you can leave gifts of Small sublime works :- Doug.

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we imagine too

Avoid saying all leave room we imagine too :- Doug.

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Imperceptible poetry

The poetry to which I aspire is not a big thing, but imperceptible. :- Doug.

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The purpose of poetry

The purpose of poetry to say something bigger than the words :- Doug.

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You will be unknown

You will be unknown Your effects will be imperceptible Even so work the generations :- Doug.

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Working the generations

So the work of poetry is, by its roots, making, composing, creating, placing together, and in that sense, forming, shaping, as the poet shapes words and works them. So we are working the generations. :- Doug.

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Imperceptibly

We are forming people, working them, molding, shaping. Not as a big potter, but as an flow of water inside, working slowly, kindly, softly, imperceptibly. imperceptible the work of ancestors how could we have a grand design? :- Doug.

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I need to trust you

I need to trust you to take my story small into yours :- Doug.

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It’s called the lost year

It’s called the lost year Was it lost? Or were we? Or did it point out We’re always lost? :- Doug.

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What will you tell?

What will you tell grandchildren who come after about this time? :- Doug.

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A good day for poetry

It’s been a good day for poetry a good day :- Doug.

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Faith, soap, and clarity

Faith in vaccines Soap your hands Clarity of science: Faith, soap, and clarity That’s the way to live so virus-free How do I know? Doc Fauci tells me so! :- Doug.

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Have faith in the vaccines

Have faith in the vaccines Now covid cannot find your door Nor have the strength to carry you to grave :- Doug.

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