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I'll collect some of my poems here, beginning with this recent one.

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Still One

Only it, other it is.

Given it is and taken.

Other it is in token.

Spoken it is, other is.

Round itself sailing itself,

taking, making its token,

breath-sail flies and dies, broken.

Rounding ruin, round sails itself.

In, still one, out, rushing roar,

kill after kill, still is still.

Touch and word, still ever will.

One, still one. For say, sail, oar.

(July 2012, about existence, living existence,

and self-conscious existence among them)

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Solstice

Slightest rise the sun,

....sparkle on the pane.

Swiftest past the noon,

....solstice kiss again.

Widest way the day,

....singing green the realm.

Golden honey stay,

....solstice last the dream.

(Dec. 2008 / June 2009)

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Placement

Lush, sheenuous pluming-greens

....slip peeks

of the milk-limpid moon

....to him,

and delirious lofty fan-flares

....wreck quakes

of tensile steel-lance cries

....to him.

A stone stardop

....soft-sprays

a whiff-frail light,

....flushing his chest.

He sweeps touchless drift-shades,

....and flash-streaks

....a glancing crester,

....sailing breath-brimmed space,

....splitting, splash-sparkling

....on a wind-spilled pool

....of silver rock.

Fan-flares fly to open sky.

Swirl-leaves flow,

....flicker and toss,

....and whispers cease on fluffs of moss.

(c. 1968)

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Would Be

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Would be the rise to wonder,

. . . this click-shut night.

To those trains' risen rumbles,

. . . this silk tie tight.

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Would be to traction motor,

. . . copper, shellac.

To axles' bright ten-thousandths,

. . . castings in stack.

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Would be for tons two hundred,

. . . high cranes glide free.

To locomotive thunder,

. . . we who would be.

(Jan. 2013* *)

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His Day

Here on stone,

sound his days in waves,

lie his love in blooms,

these peonies his Junes.

There at far,

chime his time in hues,

mount his reds and blues,

cross this lake, his last grace.

Here on stone,

washed in waves of tears,

firmed for steps, no fears,

full blaze, my clockwork days.

(June 2013)

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Lifehold

No council, no say.

All earth turn, night trail day.

Unceasing sea tease land away

to watery deep stage lay,

dark for none.

Bit ties bit, string twists string,

winding time into spring.

Like by like, life-clock sets,

tracing past for future nets.

. . .

(Begun Aug. 2001; part of a larger work.)

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Less Any

Less it, less any,

none is, might, or must,

none least, most, or trust,

none now, there, or throw,

none born, breathe, or know.

Plenty

It is, it is so,

it of place, race, pace,

it of stay, way, day,

it of tight, sight, right,

it of be, me, we. (Aug. 2015)

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Beautiful and thoughtful, delightful to read. I am moved by your verse.

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Thank you, Jim. I'll set some into:

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Resonance

No council, no say.

All earth turn, night trail day.

Unceasing sea tease land away

     to watery deep stage lay,

     dark, for none.

 

Bit ties bit, string twists string,

     winding time into spring.

Like by like, life-clock sets,

     tracing past for future nets.

 

Lights slip, waters slip

     slight chambers live-green

     for green, for green.

Green-thrive, alive,

     earth stake, break, take;

     place in own pace,

     own bound, own round.

Light-full green-sleep,

     keep in watchless waves

     of green live, green gone,

     dreamless.

 

Lush, sheenuous pluming-greens

    slip peeks

of the milk-limpid moon

    to him,

and delirious lofty fan-flares

    wreck quakes

of tensile steel-lance cries

    to him.

 

A stone stardop

    soft-sprays

a whiff-frail light,

    flushing his chest.

 

He sweeps touchless drift-shades,

    and flash-streaks

    a glancing crester,

    sailing breath-brimmed space,

    splitting, splash-sparkling

    on a wind-spilled pool

    of silver rock.

 

Fan-flares fly to open sky.

Swirl-leaves flow,

    flicker and toss,

    and whispers cease on fluffs of moss.

 

“There she of look and say to here of please,

     of raise to view, to set for things to reach,

     to touch, to move each thing round here of please,

     to move here through there to things each of each,

     to look all round to there of she of please.

 

“Here say by she say, only by she with me.

  Say no I of things but by please to things.

  Say no I of things but always with she.

  Say no I of things but from here to things.

  Say things ever with she by sea of be.

 

“Less it, less any,

  none is, might, or must,

  none least, most, or trust,

  none now, there, or throw,

  none born, breathe, or know.

 

“It is, it is so,

  it of place, race, pace,

  it of stay, way, day,

  it of tight, sight, right,

  it of be, me, we.

 

“Only it, other it is.

  Given it is and taken.

  Other it is in token.

  Spoken it is, other is.

 

“Round itself sailing itself,

     taking, making its token,

     breath-sail flies and dies, broken.

  Rounding ruin, round sails itself.

 

“In, still one, out, rushing roar,

     kill after kill, still is still.

  Touch and word, still ever will.

  One, still one. For say, sail, oar.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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