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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • Structures and Forms

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    ars poetica, chance, change, obsessions, poetics, poetry

    I started a serial poem back at the beginning of January. The plan was to write 140 poems, each poem’s length pre-determined by a random number generator, ranging from 3-140 syllables. It was to follow vaguely the rules of a renga, where each poem grew out of the one before it somehow, whether through theme, pun, image, or a reply. The number of poems was determined by the number of syllables in a sonnet. 

    I have reached 80 poems in this series. I hit 40 back at the end of March. I have 60 more to go. I would like to finish this by the end of December, which means I should speed up a bit. LOL.  I have never really written under a deadline except for required essays in grad school. However, 80 poems in 7 months is a fairly phenomenal pace for me.

    I will now begin to move forward with the third ‘stanza’ while collecting and tightening sections 1 and 2, in hopes that as I reread and work over the first two sections, the third stanza will continue the conversations, if you will, that began in the first two “stanzas,” and the themes and images will continue to echo and grow organically in section three. 

    A little obsessive, but then what about life is not.

    (July 27, 2020)

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  • revision

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    change, poetry, process, process, not a journey, revision, transition, truth

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (81)

    summer bears down

    without any ambiguity

    of phrase

    a crucible burns away

    the last impurities

    without regard

    what remains is ash

    which with one puff

    vanishes

    (July 23, 2020)

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  • iteration’s torment

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    chance, change, communication, eros, interrelationships, meditation, poetry

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (80)

    so he thought if

    as if she said

    what he heard

    he thought she

    said more

    he wanted her

    to say more

    yet her metaphor

    slanted in then

    out like a kite

    testing the wind

    with her string

    (July 22, 2020)

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  • Fear Lies

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    chance, change, definition, fear, life, meditation, poetry, process, process, not a journey

    “Why aren’t you bold and free of all your fear?”

    -Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto III

    as smoke 

    infuses itself

    throughout the house

    long after the fire’s extinguished

    so fear 

    circulates in silent eddies

    flowing like ravenous minnows

    nibbling sharply at our toes

    .

    my fear lies

    within doubt

    it breeds

    in the crevices

    in the misunderstood word

    in the scene not played out

    it’s brood hatches

    hungry needing to feed

    skittering along memory

    like spiders alive to every

    web strand’s tingle

    it descends to attend

    to the fly’s quick dispatch

    (July 21, 2020)

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  • Unconsummated

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    assignment, eros, fear, lust, poetry, relationships

    Why shouldn’t I?

    A wren perched next to a cardinal

    like a drunkard on a stool

    looking for a bit of trouble:

    Am I such an easy fool

    to think this wind is for me?

    A yes, and a yes, waited unsaid.

    (July 21, 2020)

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  • a darker shape was always present

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    aging, borders, children, conversation, delusion, fear, hope, meditation, memory, oblivious, poetry, process, process, not a journey, storytelling, summer, transition, work in progress

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (78)

    after the worst of summer’s heat

    we’d sit in the grass

    beneath the pecan and cottonwoods

    away from the radiant streets and sidewalks

    the adults spoke of friends 

    far away or long dead

    they’d laugh and tell stories

    which we were not a part of yet

    we ran wild through the night

    afraid of nothing

    (July 18, 2020)

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  • emergent world

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    abstract, chance, change, patterns, poetry

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (77)

    the abstract

    takes shape

    along an edge

    a plane

    teased

    to a form

    more tangible

    than shadows

    in the grass

    beneath the stars

    (July 14, 2020)

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  • templates

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    change, conversation, meditation, paradigms, patterns, poetry, process, process, not a journey

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (76)

    so many boundaries

    are employed

    in any definition


    the outlines cut

    from what is not

    are as important 

    as what remains


    a pattern

    even with

    a patch

    bears a pattern

    if not original in intent


    with care I fold my words

    into this conversation

    like origami cranes

    from crisp white paper


    (July 14, 2020)

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  • answers require supplicants

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    borders, chance, change, choice, doubt, life, poetry, process, not a journey, worry

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (75)

    with a hand lightly

    touching a wall

    as guide where

    do you turn when

    there is no wall

    to the left

    to the right

    (July 13, 2020)

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  • Metaphor’s Threat

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    cliche, definition, irony, language, meaning, meditation, metaphor, poetry, process, process, not a journey, syllabics, ways of knowing

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (74)

    It is hard to hear 

    what must be said

    easy to fall 

    into cliche

    a pair of shoes 

    softly worn old

    they know the way 

    to take you home

    as cows wear down

     a simple path

    between one place

     and another

    no difference

     really matters

    our thoughts carve out

     the same channels

    and run like rats

     trapped in a maze

    never pausing

     to look for more

    than what was there

     the last time here

    repetition 

    a common thread

    comforts us all

     with old ideas

    and traps us too

    with such fools as I

    (July 11, 2020)

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  • source

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    chance, change, elemental, gratitude, meditation, patience, poetry, prayer, process, process, not a journey, silence

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey”(73)

    beneath this static

    this white noise

    silence flows


    unnoticed

    pervasive

    the river’s source


    as in prayer i kneel

    cup my hands

    and drink


    (July 9, 2020)

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  • even now I hear them (a reading)

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    ars poetica, chance, change, Language and Literacy, meditation, poetry, poetry reading

    even now I hear them

    from a work in progress: process, not a journey (72)

    “Sea, I am like you, filled with broken voices”

    —Guillaume Apollinaire

    insistent demanding attention

    soft whispers curl at my feet

    like cats they claw at me

    with their sharp reminders

    lightly pulling at my skin

    until the ground is awash

    in the blood of memory

    and then slightly below the surface

    small phrases embedded in dead

    conversations rise like tattered faces

    from the sea to mouth their silent

    vowels like fish dying in the sand

    until the raw scraps of language

    in which I am tangled 

    are cast out in a storm surge

    far out among the dark waves

    and I drown choking 

    with nothing to say

    (July 6, 2020)

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  • even now I hear them

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    chance, change, communication, meditation, poetics, poetry, process, process, not a journey, work in progress

    from a work in progress: process, not a journey (72)

    “Sea, I am like you, filled with broken voices”

    —Guillaume Apollinaire

    insistent demanding attention

    soft whispers curl at my feet

    like cats they claw at me

    with their sharp reminders

    lightly pulling at my skin

    until the ground is awash

    in the blood of memory

    and then slightly below the surface

    small phrases embedded in dead

    conversations rise like tattered faces

    from the sea to mouth their silent

    vowels like fish dying in the sand

    until the raw scraps of language

    in which I am tangled 

    are cast out in a storm surge

    far out among the dark waves

    and I drown choking 

    with nothing to say

    (July 6, 2020)

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  • there’s no time

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    change, delusion, home, life, meditation, memoir, objectivism, pandemic, paradigms, patterns, poetry, process, process, not a journey, ritual, ways of knowing

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (71)

    some time after sunrise I wake

    go downstairs book notebook

    pen in hand make coffee take

    my meds check various

    social platforms eat some thing

    shower get dressed

    sometimes read sometimes write

    sometimes nap wake

    cook dinner wash the dishes

    watch TV listen to music and

    then after some time go to sleep

    (July 2, 2020)

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  • through a summer afternoon

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    attention, change, happiness, patterns, poetry, process, process, not a journey, time

    from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (70)

    the cat rolls

    like time

    into the sun

    (July 2, 2020)

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