September 16, 2014
September 15, 2014
September 06, 2014
September 05, 2014
September 04, 2014
September 03, 2014
1192. Second Story Sounds
Second story sounds were scratching in the gutter above,
at the eave. Listening, they stopped. On ground level I opened
the closure where rain drains away from our house's foundation, so
the trapped life would find light and a throughway. It had, after
what may have been a second-story free-fall through
contained darkness, to the ground, like rainwater knows.
The mouse was grown, gray, curled up, trembling
through the opened curve; its eyes were closed, and nesting straw
followed it down.
September 02, 2014
1191. pristine imperfection
caressing the heartbeat remembering
fluff was not baggage, nor was firewood
petrified, carried for its age, its altered permanence
more words;
later, something to speak, today's voice giving room
1190. simple orchestral
melodies
instrumental lines
call for more musicians
one beginning, prepared for scores
simple or not, popular or panned, theatre of players
knowing, having practiced a line into [the] music [that] [is] in them, calling
that forth, affirming [their] God's gifts to them—music
simple or not, popular or panned, one theatre gives
resolution, satisfaction, and tickets
may bring icing for life,
[that] instrumental
liberty
morning writing, first draft, not examined;
music in the house is Lionel Richie's Back To Front:
his thanksgiving written in the flyleaf of the cd is glorious love
[second read shows me an edit will happen; too many "thats"
and awkward words attempting to even line lengths]
September 01, 2014
1189. color photos
Reference of a day
that paint began
there: likeness.
Remember?
Yes.
1188. many stores
in our city, many stores
selling pretty
much all
we need
at any point
yesterday, today forgot
to tie its shoes, thinking
class began;
already
the bus
left, listen,
this list is waking me up
to choosing what store,
for food is
plenty,
and a
list guides
eyes to share the feet,
gather walking freight,
good sails
items
menu
aisles we
dream of islands away
1187. steady fluttering
our air
this room,
close to other closer
rooms,
walls lean cornered up
right snug when storming sills
and trees grown years before
were light
our fluttering hearts, one chill re-
chord a wail's electricity, safe-
quartered two,
two lengths quiet
hinge,
low speed
temperate high,
perspiring hum