Saturday, February 28, 2009


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Shushed by a crow -
always trying new lyrics
that one.

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Once-a-life poem
slain in the telling -
a gem brighter still in death.

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Tentative thoughts
scratched into wet sands
nonetheless noted by crows.

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Meddling crows
when breezes thin
will sometimes sit down to tea.

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Whipped into spirals
late winter furies
fresh crows, stale leaves, pale faces.

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Make-believe reflections
pasted to her thin day
... peeling away.

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This day intends
I bear no more
than thin twilight to black.

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Fears in soft pieces
foundation's rumble, intentions stumble
... the lost pretense of old fences.

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Its own now lost,
the vast and dim sea
names new grains turn by turn.

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Friday, February 27, 2009


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Again, the narrow door
my threshold shadow to bright -
... not today the light.

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He is called
Wanders In Rain
... but in tree whispers.

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Tarry and play
no worries on further road -
days come ... still come.

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Off place else in mind
but an inexplicable tear -
... perhaps far windchimes.

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the next day were cellos
... it rained grey
despite these empty spaces.

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Thursday, February 26, 2009


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Breath so precious
so precious release
and precious again is breath.

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Playful maples
beckon the wind
to see it pass.

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Eager spring
and summer stew to autumn bail
tucked into chill branches.

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Snow-melt
from the slumbered trees
held over for seas.

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A last spit of winter
only just
covers the grass.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2009


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Winter winds
need not place -
but trees and skies to trace.

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Faithful shadow
stretched in praise -
courage for thinning meats.

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The brevity of corners -
panic of new streams
and return's erase.

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Groan of a wave
near but shy -
thin heart afraid to clench.

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A tear's journey
to layover in crowding sands -
high tide the Sea of Loss.

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009


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Tuck of womb -
brisk jagged streets dull
to wisps on wallpaper.

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Conceited crows -
bare desperate trees
... and winter people.

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but ... sometimes
branches beckoning crows
rain begging footsteps.

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Sunday, February 22, 2009


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Tales woven in brambles
journeys among the mingling stars -
but no maps for the heart.

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Amber suncast on a fallen tree
flutter of forgotten feathers
smile on an aging face.

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Friday, February 20, 2009


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Veil or flesh -
not a dragonfly's name
... the dragonfly.

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Pause and vigil for a rose -
through swaddle
bursting, swoon ... and fall.

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Aches of journey -
toes plunged into temperate sands
the wayside trees.

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Crystal dragonflies
ghost ravens -
flakes of a waning moon.

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The madness
of undesired days -
the madness of desire.

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Thursday, February 19, 2009


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Beginnings and endings
edges of place -
and none of journey.

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A mother rips -
the unstained eyes
of her child.

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A silent distant stare -
that journey
to Nothing to See.

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Sentences -
sounds, their signs cutting
themselves ... surely bleeding.

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First Words -
borne into ... or of the soul
perhaps ... both.

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Sunday, February 15, 2009


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... and I run, I run -
lights, or pretending to lights
but darkness closes, it closes.

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... and sails the final leaf -
in time
the final wind.

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Thin winter dreams -
wanderings through tarnished gold forests
and failing lights of autumn.

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Saturday, February 14, 2009


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Sunset crows thrashing
in sycamores aflame -
scorched clouds bring the rain.

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Chains of refuse
piles of refusals -
spills of hideaway intrigues.

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Her face in the window -
every moment
afraid to step, afraid to stay.

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Thursday, February 12, 2009


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... and rain her tears
upon an enviable perch -
but passing crows ...

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Suddenly she stops
in breathy woods -
frosty whispers of the way home.

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Heart to heart
with a mute dog -
no home but the rain.

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With rhythms too swift
for winded trees in shadow -
lone dancer.

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Fades a traveler
to stain far mist and snow -
another path, another tale.

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... and I must this thing
to itself and true -
a single and severe moment.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2009


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Attentive moon
demures to mist
above a shattered heart.

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She chances no light
deprived antidote
to poisoned eyes.

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And rightly,
crows rebuke my impudence -
lizards feathered darkly, indeed.

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Even before -
this world has never been
to the satisfaction of crows.

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A dawn mist -
robins cloaked in the meadow
drawing plans against us.

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A fine cat
with finer dreams -
my own meager shadows.

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Morning crows
and what sounds like
the same old news.

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Tuesday, February 10, 2009


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Tossing pin feather
a spider's crystal reef -
perilous winter seas.

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Abandoned cowls
of crows
beneath shunned sycamores.

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Me looking back
to me looking back -
both, dream and dreaming.

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Bare dreaming maples
lean eastward to spring -
must seem the proper thing.

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Charred angels
'round a winter moon
through angels frost inflamed.

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Sometimes
they's times without voices
without faces ... Sometimes.

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A splendid spring story
crackles in the littered vanes
of maple, alder and hawthorn.

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Sunday, February 8, 2009


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Chaotic crackles
of snowflakes at recess -
sleeping alders.

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Wandering and wondering eyes -
tiny whispered prayers
of landing snowflakes.

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Solitary woodsman
an old companion's last dream -
mourning's keen edge.

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Friday, February 6, 2009


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... then, her dreams become treats
blushing ivory melons, a pinched flower -
"Coffee too, my love?"

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Shh ... imbolc trees
pregnant and dreaming -
... careful the shadows.

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Seed within womb within seed -
a thousand paths focused
shatter into a thousand paths.

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Tendered in pearl hands
whispers loosed into candleflame -
copulating shadows.

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and ... sometimes
the merry crackles of unbound Buddhas -
wise trees ... and winter leaves.

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I walk, sick at the day -
please ... okay,
just one more insight and I'll go.

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Thursday, February 5, 2009


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Crisp meaningful splotches
woven into pages -
connections tend a winter heart.

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That arrogant sun
tamed
even by the crystal wings of a dragonfly.

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A shadow
peeled
even from the mighty mountain.

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A right cup of tea
squared and dressed sunlight
even dusts in proper places.

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365 Tao Day 011 "Healing":
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Vicodin and color swatches
lip-biting and pristine crutches
bridal magazines and growing lists.

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

365 Tao Day 010 "Disaster":
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A barbed breath of heartbreak -
past these bleeding tears
ever-antics of crows.

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365 Tao Day 009 "Optimism":
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Freshly white linens
hung in the chance winter sun -
scoundrel crows and marionberries.

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365 Tao Day 008 "Work":
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Certain of moth stupidities
a reclusive spider
waits ... and dreams.

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365 Tao Day 007 "Forbearance":
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Stripped to bleeding
by gales of twisted ices
faithful crows in scarred maples.

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Monday, February 2, 2009

365 Tao Day 006 "Emerging":
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Snuggled in stewing briar
sparrow mother-to-be
breathes the last of yesterday.

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365 Tao Day 005 "Sound":
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A brisk night's indigo bass
and alto ravens listing off-key -
my stuccato heart's amber cello.

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365 Tao Day 004 "Reflection":
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Paying no mind
finally, I join black dragonflies
flitting under moonless stars.

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365 Tao Day 003 "Devotion":
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Prayers of a crow
I once whispered as gifts
now prayers of silver breezes.

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365 Tao Day 002 "Ablution":
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Tattered coat threads
abandoned to briars -
a smile of sparrows.

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365 Tao Day 001 "Beginning":

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By my eyes,
my face silvered and shadowed
... My Moon.

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Sunday, February 1, 2009


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Uncertain rhythm
a winter wanderer's stride -
cellos in the sleeping trees.

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Pale man
thin coat -
long ... dim the chill road.

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Detritus of summers last
and countless passed -
musk of incubating springs.

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