lost in translation
sweet dreams are made of these
Category: poetry mini-challange
February 4, 2010
the ocean remembers
There was something the ocean would remember:
the map in hands of snow and wind.
I read weathered log, stone fireplace, broken chair.
I take them in the autumn of my hands,
meanings in search of a world.
A letter has reached home.
Process notes: Cento (patchwork) poem 2. Lines taken from William Stafford’s poems appearing in this order: Ceremony; A Look Returned; Fall Journey; Fall Wind; Found in a Storm; The Thought Machine.
February 4, 2010
before the big storm
“All the world is blowing away.”
How correct a tiger is:
Someone is always calling out in the snow.
Think of a river beyond your thought.
Deaf too, I stand on the peninsula of fear.
A secret friend of those lands.
Through our roof; startled we listened.
The stars come different at night and nearer.
In one stride night then takes the hill.
Process notes: A cento (patchwork) poem taken from the lines of William Stafford’s poems appearing in this order: Before the big storm; Captive; Birthday; Interlude; It is the time you think; Late Thinker, Late at Night; Learning; Level Light.) Maybe hard to believe (me) but it did came about through a random process of selection.
