Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

PRAYER DURING A SEVERE THUNDERSTORM

PRAYER DURING A SEVERE THUNDERSTORM My knowledge is a feeble streetlight; Your wisdom flashes through the night sky, and I flicker and go out into dark unknowing until again I dimly think. When You strike, I see myself in a flash, all of me, good and bad together, and then You are gone, taking me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 23, 2007

THE FIRE AT RITA DOVE’S HOUSE

THE FIRE AT RITA DOVE’S HOUSE News item in early September 1998: Rita Dove’s house in Virginia was struck by lightning. Massive damage to the house, but her manuscripts were saved. Rita Dove’s house burned down the other day; they say lightning was to blame. No doubt - the electricity of her words... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

WHY SPIRITUAL BOOKSTORES DON’T SELL POETRY

WHY SPIRITUAL BOOKSTORES DON’T SELL POETRY They don’t sell poetry at this spiritual bookstore. Yet the grocers still sell food. Books of doctrine and fiction, comedy and wisdom, inspiration and nonsense - and sometimes they are all the same - but no poetry. All those other books, they fill the soul... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 20, 2007

BADLY PLAYED MUSIC

BADLY PLAYED MUSIC I mutilate a note, and the staffs on the sheet music become wings; pages fly off the stand, fleeing from my tortured playing. But though the pages may escape, the ink on them is hostage. A badly written poem, committed to paper as if to an asylum, is doomed to survive as long as... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 19, 2007

HAIKU #4

HAIKU #4 (Watching trains, Oak Harbor, Ohio, July, 1998) Vulture wheels low, marching band drums clatter like wheels of slow train. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

THE FISHING

THE FISHING It’s hard to write poetry when the words won’t bite. They ignore the baited pen; but what matters is the fishing and not the ones that hide from you. The hidden ones just keep growing until they decide to rise. When they do, no net will hold them; you have to be ready when they jump into... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

THE PILOT’S NAME

THE PILOT’S NAME Someday I will understand this: You don’t change your life by flinging your house into the street. No amount of straining against something you cannot move will move it; and it’s not what makes the difference anyway. But your thoughts are another matter. Ships change course at the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 16, 2007

SMALL TOWN URBAN SPRAWL, RIO VISTA, MAY, 1990

SMALL TOWN URBAN SPRAWL, RIO VISTA, MAY, 1990 We needed room to build; so with our machines we opened this valley’s maw and sated it with hills. And where you used to stand and look for miles across the islands, the wealthy bought the land and built their mansion; now they own the view, no one else... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 15, 2007

LAKE EFFECT

LAKE EFFECT The “Lake Effect” storms craft their blizzards from moisture gathered from Lake Erie. The soul-storms come sweeping in across the lake of memories and past, and you grope in the stinging flurries of the wrongs and pain you perceive. Just remember - in every blizzard there’s at least one... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 13, 2007

HAIKU #5 - LATE SEPTEMBER IN OHIO

HAIKU #5 - LATE SEPTEMBER IN OHIO Trees shrug their shoulders, drop leaves, caught red-handed by fall’s apprehension. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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