poetry | a night kitchen

[darkness]

July 22, 2011 § 1 Comment

Crickets turning the trees into bells in the darkness.

Listening for poetry in the flow of the traffic. Heat already overwhelming.

going through the house opening windows —
one still locked from winter

Midnight in spring, unfamiliar sound:
wind through the leaves

It helps to know the wilderness around you enough
so you can hide in it when you have to.

[My poetry is getting more prose-like. I don’t know why, and I can’t stop it.]

Greener now than they used to be:
The yard trees now that the house has gone.

Another thing to avoid in poetry: taking yourself too seriously. Ezra Pound did and look how he ended up.

March 16, 2011 § 1 Comment

When you find yourself addressing the wind like this: O Wind! then you know you’re trying too hard.