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the days I must
teach
I wake up
before birds do
I get off
in darkness
with darkness I return
stars shine
over me their smiles
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Frozen Pond
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Feb5
In Darkness
Tag Archives: inspiration
Oct9
A Luminous Day
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we are here
softly abandoned
glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
the night upon which we
both struggled with
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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Aug21
Step 3 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
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just as bunny rabbits
at dusk poems show up
and while you stand
with your mouth open or
an enchanted smile
they rush away
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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Aug14
Step 4 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
4.
at times when I plant
basil such a delicate plant
I’ve to be careful to synchronize
my breath while I gently press
the dirt around as when
words sprout on paper
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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Jun19
Step 12 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
12.
Cloud have covered the whole
day slowing down my rhythm
I walk as barefoot on carpet
placing words carefully
dozing off a bit hanging
poetic moments behind my eyes
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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Apr2
On Writing
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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain
these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas
needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
Dec5
An Upside Down World
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
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Nov21
Temporary Existence
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I’ve been sleeping
light lately as
a restless person
going in and out
from one room
into another mirrors
everywhere as I
searched for my
breath the metronome
of my temporary
existence
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Nov7
Quietly Attending
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if my life
could be spent
under the shade
of a wild mushroom
quietly attending
daily tasks nurturing
souls expecting
the murmurs
of death approaching
as the wind between
the foliage above
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Oct17
The Beauty We Hold
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it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more
I’ve been that route
bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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Oct10
Truth
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if you do respond
to light innuendos
if you do understand
the spaces within
and the white around
if you say a lot with
your silences then
poetry is light and
simplicity – it’s a gentle
laugh at the scoffing
of the learned – it’s
what lifts you up –
not what shows off
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Sep12
Light From The California Notebooks 02
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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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Jul25
Creed
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my creed is this
got to make life a nest
while it last as
I grow my wings to
leave it soaring
fending the air upward
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Jul5
Eldorado, at last!
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today the winds
in the valley are
high and strong
against the palm
trees fighting them
with a loud fuss
the mountains
fade away behind
a curtain of dust
lifted in the air
in front of them
gold swirling
souvenirs of
the Eldorado
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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Jun27
The Lonely Trees
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wind tending
the lonely trees
too tall to reach
a few visits here
and there are clouds
birds the music
played by the wind
kissed by the sun
caressed by rain they
get more attention
– without moving –
some of us do
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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