Osprey
Osprey
Soaring
so
High
Osprey
Osprey
Preying
with
Eyes
Set
so
Sharp
as
to
See
Small
Movements
Only
the
Lucky
Will
Escape
This
Moment
Category: Shapes
“Drip
Drip”
Says
the Grackle
“Drip
Drip”
Black
Birds
in
the
Meadow
Morning
Crackles
“Drip
Drip”
Sounds
the
Splash
of
the
Rain
Black
Birds
Songs
Sing
Rain
Drops
on the
Range
Categories
You Can’t / I Hope
I
You can’t
You can’t
You can’t
Wait.
I’ve started in
The Middle
You’ve
Made
This
Suggestion
To Yourself
And immediately annihilate it with
“You Can’t”
—You Won’t
—They’ll never
— I’ll always
Accept defeat!
You Can’t
Be a poet, solve that problem, ______________
Mind your temper, be a kind person
You Can’t
because you always tell yourself
You Can’t
II
I hope
I hope
I hope
Wish
For the mystery
of maybes
You’ve
Decided
To believe
In something
Greater
So
I
hope
— You Will
— Why Always
— Just believe
And remember
That you are
FREE
To get published, help the disenfranchised, _____________
Share Love and Give Kindness
I Hope
Because, if You Can’t
There’s Always
Hope
“Perhaps I am a dull reader; if so, these matters can be explained.
And in fairness to me they must be explained—if not by Dr. Wil-
liams, then by some modern prosodist sympathetic to Dr. Wil-
liams’s method.” H.C.
Yes, I am
Sympathetic to
the random form
The triadic
flow. We’re
sorry it causes you
So much
confusion. I
quite like the
Dalian comparison though
If my lines
could drip
Off the pages
and flow back
into the river
I would
have accomplished
My Art.
*April 8th, 1950. “Dr. Williams’s Paterson” Hayden Carruth - Studies in Paterson
The River Never Thinks To ask?
“Where are We going?”
The Rocks Firmly Saying “STAY!”
Caught Between,
In this Eddy
Choice The Sole Task
None Ever Seem Ready
Hold Your Ground Or
Let This Pass
“Every action has an
opposite and equal reaction”
So far The Distance The Atlantic To The Rio Grande
So Long The Time We’ve spent Drifting apart
The Arts We’ve slipped Away the years
Last Grains To come No chance To turn The Glass
Again Until small smiles Renew our Promise for Potential
Songs are to be written By Old Men Yet sung By the Young
What gifts might the distance bring
As we age and sing with growing wisdom
Categories
Seeds in captivity
It is the Language that will save us.
If the words don’t destroy us first. ~Mindscribe
We are asked to see the world as binary. We are given glasses with only two lenses — polar lenses in opposition of eachother, pulling your eyes with a strain so hard that the only choice is to close one of your eyes. But, we need bifocals at least, though we really use an array of lenses everyday. Ones for work, others for children, bare naked eyes for your lover — “An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind” – Ghandi
Categories
My Heart Is A Circle
Circles are always complete
even if they are bent, shaken
or twisted.
They remain connected even
as gravity pulls at them
and warps them.
No matter how this world spins
and bends and twists us; together,
You and I remain circular.
Categories
Heart’s Quartet
