Archive for August, 2020

Shadow disappearing

Shadow
disappearing around the corner
a poem is

:- Doug.

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That wispy substance

Poetic thinking is symbols—morphing to images—flying off—loping off—crawling, slithering, exploding—surprising!—and then we see if those threads may yet have held—in the basket below—that wispy substance—our minds

:- Doug.

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shorthand

sign
(poetry)
is shorthand

:- Doug.

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dawn of waking

Those half thoughts—at mornings—dawn of waking consciousness—I’ve learned to trust—they can impregnate—the vulnerable, the venerable—parts of my day—spread a plume of fragrance—

:- Doug.

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Dream’s way

Dream I had—exhuming to loving—beautiful, uplifting—of course I will remember—no need to write it—and I did remember—it carried me into an extended dream—grabbed me, vivid—that’s dream’s way of staying—in shadows.

—Dream I had (or had me….

:- Doug.

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fuzzy images

I could restore my images
well enough
to see the wonder
fuzzy logic
fuzzy images
carry us
transpose

:- Doug.

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Poet’s editing

There are at least two kinds of a poet’s editing: that to clean up, make more effective; and that to make more true to discovery.

:- Doug.

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Edges of the fog

Poetry is making clear the edges of the fog
Poetry is making clear the beauty of the fog
Poetry is making clear the learnings in the fog

:- Doug.

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Tableau of fog and valley

But life goes on and so
our train moved on
I knew that tableau
of fog and valley
and beauty
will never repeat
nor will its lessons
yet it is important
at that instant
out that window
I was looking

:- Doug.

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Visit many

Visit many and varied places in your life, watch mental movies of things barely remembered, see: your long musings matter.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on August 7th, 2020 | No Comments »

Figure 8s with a canoe

Just looking at images of fog, I was taken back to the morning on Swan Lake in the early dawn, the light fog, the figure 8s I made with the canoe.

:- Doug.

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Poetry signifies

Poetry signifies moving back a step or two from our normal, rational, analytical world. Poetry signifies a larger, longer, wider, more profound view. Poetry signifies slowing the mind to think more. Poetry signifies attention. Poetry signifies taking in, assimilating, being washed over, becoming porous to what surrounds, what touches. Poetry signifies giving without intention to get. Poetry signifies work, sweat, danger, a cutting open oneself to find what is really in those guts, and displaying it for one to see, maybe for many to see.

:- Doug.

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A train through the skies

Play more. Write images. Carry yourself along to larger, a train through the skies. Ghosts of you past and future.

:- Doug.

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Of your life?

Of your life, what is the work?

:- Doug

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Write more

Write more. For writing is thinking. Writing is conversing.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on August 6th, 2020 | No Comments »

Great truth?

The equal and opposite of a great truth is another great truth. So what is a great truth?

:- Doug.

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And the swaying and the lurching

As we leave the valley and its packed thick and overflowing bright white fog we settle in again to the rhythm of the tracks and the swaying and the lurching of the cars.

:- Doug.

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New under sun

Yes there is something new under the sun. You.

:- Doug.

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These things in your heart

I’m not actually talking about poetry. This too is poetry in the sense I mean. Thinking, ahh thinking, thinking long. Wide. Far. Pondering. These things in your heart. Playfully.

:- Doug.

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Footprints in the Windsm # 1973–stop turn pray

Footprints in the Windsm # 1973

On meeting the stranger unmasked
stop
turn aside a bit as friendly gesture
pray
a bubble of protection surrounding


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Published in: FootprintsintheWind/sm | on August 5th, 2020 | No Comments »

Needle skips a groove

Poetry is a test run
in new ways to think
the needle skips a groove
you hear the juxtaposition
you start to sing a new song

:- Doug.

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Stretch conversation

Dare to stretch conversation
New shapes sizes weaves
Colors flavors fragrances
What might that mean?
What then might we mean?

:- Doug.

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Unthinkably

Think unthinkably

:- Doug.

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