Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
there was august...
Frost on the meadowlark this morning
The bay quiet like ice
A spurt of sun on a cottage across there
A golden tree on the street
There was August
The bay quiet like ice
A spurt of sun on a cottage across there
A golden tree on the street
There was August
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
mostly...
7 o clock
I just came in
From the breeze
Gulls on the pink and the green and the blue
A
Good
Day
For flying
And stars everywhere a couple of hours ago
Mostly
In Orion's belt
I just came in
From the breeze
Gulls on the pink and the green and the blue
A
Good
Day
For flying
And stars everywhere a couple of hours ago
Mostly
In Orion's belt
Monday, October 28, 2013
such is gone now...
A clear sky black with stars
Such is gone now
Except for a curl of moon
And a cloud
Such is gone now
Except for a curl of moon
And a cloud
Sunday, October 27, 2013
i saw a whisper this morning...
Two gulls
I saw a whisper this morning
Over the movie house roof
Above the chimney cap
Through the electrical wires
Two gulls
Dancing in the early dark
In the paper lantern light
I saw a whisper this morning
Over the movie house roof
Above the chimney cap
Through the electrical wires
Two gulls
Dancing in the early dark
In the paper lantern light
Saturday, October 26, 2013
taupe...
Taupe
And beige and circus pink
The sunlight
On the ell
On the stovepipes around town
Shiny and silver and tin
At sunrise
Let's paint some jazz!
Let's write some too!
Henry Red Allen
Wrrrrap! Wrrrrap!
The sun is up
The beach plums dance
And beige and circus pink
The sunlight
On the ell
On the stovepipes around town
Shiny and silver and tin
At sunrise
Let's paint some jazz!
Let's write some too!
Henry Red Allen
Wrrrrap! Wrrrrap!
The sun is up
The beach plums dance
Friday, October 25, 2013
lady sings the blues...
Lester Young would learn the words to love songs so his saxophone could speak the words. Some would say he was the greatest tenor saxophone player who ever lived.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
a perfect formation...
Birds
Perfect formations
These are the real things
Tiffany lamps
Light
Miles
Years
Foggy songs
Painted streaks of the evening
Blue painter's tape waving, a gull gliding
These are the real things
The swan and the cactus
These are the real things
A perfect formation
Perfect formations
These are the real things
Tiffany lamps
Light
Miles
Years
Foggy songs
Painted streaks of the evening
Blue painter's tape waving, a gull gliding
These are the real things
The swan and the cactus
These are the real things
A perfect formation
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
a blue bottle on the beach in the sound...
A blue bottle on the beach in the sound
The label gone
Bologna? Lima?
Lowell
Guernica
The sky a brush of blue
Quiet orchids and a saxophone player
Drapes the color of flowers
And Lester Lanin and cat boats and no breeze
But making it around the point anyway
Bologna? Lima?
Lowell
Guernica
Anyway?
The label gone
Bologna? Lima?
Lowell
Guernica
The sky a brush of blue
Quiet orchids and a saxophone player
Drapes the color of flowers
And Lester Lanin and cat boats and no breeze
But making it around the point anyway
Bologna? Lima?
Lowell
Guernica
Anyway?
Monday, October 21, 2013
a scottish pine...
The picture is a painting
Slanted flagpole the small flag curling
Streetlamps lighted
The sunrise way off in silhouetted pines
A Scottish pine
And a piano player
And a bass player
And a big white church on the hill
Its stained glass windows orange and gold
Like the sunrise
Slanted flagpole the small flag curling
Streetlamps lighted
The sunrise way off in silhouetted pines
A Scottish pine
And a piano player
And a bass player
And a big white church on the hill
Its stained glass windows orange and gold
Like the sunrise
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
cranberry meadow...
Cranberry meadow
Shapes of gold and paper
Red
And
Orange
And
The blue sea
And
Tree
October
Shapes of gold and paper
Red
And
Orange
And
The blue sea
And
Tree
October
Friday, October 18, 2013
fog...
Fog
That distant horn this morning
Is
Miles
Long ago
Clifford Brown Buddy Bolden
Sweets
Henry Red Allen
That horn
Is
Claudio
Maynard
The blue pelicans and rain
Church bells
Some
Miles away
Some
Miles to go
That distant horn this morning
Is
Miles
Long ago
Clifford Brown Buddy Bolden
Sweets
Henry Red Allen
That horn
Is
Claudio
Maynard
The blue pelicans and rain
Church bells
Some
Miles away
Some
Miles to go
Thursday, October 17, 2013
not a whisper...
A poem
Coffee
A gull sits on the movie house chimney
Watching the fog
Listening to the music off Quoddy
Where is the African tree?
Safe harbors and far whistles
Very still it is
Not a beach plum
Not a strip of blue painter's tape
Waves
And
Not a whisper
And
Not a whisper
Coffee
A gull sits on the movie house chimney
Watching the fog
Listening to the music off Quoddy
Where is the African tree?
Safe harbors and far whistles
Very still it is
Not a beach plum
Not a strip of blue painter's tape
Waves
And
Not a whisper
And
Not a whisper
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
the fog lifted from yesterday...
The fog lifted from yesterday
A morning
Clear
Constellations
A sky
A star
Orion Cassiopeia mamma mia
I can see where the mountain ash once was
A batter of sun now on the movie house marquee
And again where it sat on McGonigal's roof yesterday
I can hear the far off talk
And rickety fences
All these and the fog lifted from yesterday
A morning
Clear
Constellations
A sky
A star
Orion Cassiopeia mamma mia
I can see where the mountain ash once was
A batter of sun now on the movie house marquee
And again where it sat on McGonigal's roof yesterday
I can hear the far off talk
And rickety fences
All these and the fog lifted from yesterday
Friday, October 11, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
manners...
A gull
Over the glass blue water
Mingus on bass
52nd Street
3 Deuces
Monk 'round midnight
And
Miles
And
Manners
And
Grace
Yusef too
Jazz!
Over the glass blue water
Mingus on bass
52nd Street
3 Deuces
Monk 'round midnight
And
Miles
And
Manners
And
Grace
Yusef too
Jazz!
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
and no foghorn...
No stars
The stars sleep
A breeze off the bay though
Alive on my cheek
To know
The sea is there
The stars are there
And no foghorn;
Quiet
And
Dark
And
Thinking
Before dawn
The stars sleep
A breeze off the bay though
Alive on my cheek
To know
The sea is there
The stars are there
And no foghorn;
Quiet
And
Dark
And
Thinking
Before dawn
Saturday, October 5, 2013
there...
There
Clear sky crow and
Gull
Still bushes
Flat water
Pickup trucks on their way to the wharf
Saturday morning in Lubec
Another crow
The sun off in the distance
Clear
Finches cactus and orchids
There
Clear sky crow and
Gull
Still bushes
Flat water
Pickup trucks on their way to the wharf
Saturday morning in Lubec
Another crow
The sun off in the distance
Clear
Finches cactus and orchids
There
Friday, October 4, 2013
layers...
Layers
Circles
And
Breaks
Blue a gull
Dawnlight fingers reaching
From sea to mountain to sea
To
Meadow
Too
Circles
And
Breaks
Blue a gull
Dawnlight fingers reaching
From sea to mountain to sea
To
Meadow
Too
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
but the beach plums are still here...
The sun this morning
7 A.M.
Gold
And throwing its shadows
Triangle
Trapezoid
Rectangle
On the movie house
Artfully
And
Silent
And
Black and white
Except
The pink marquee
The light lime columns
And sap green facade
Empty of
Projectors
And
Screens
But the beach plums are still here
7 A.M.
Gold
And throwing its shadows
Triangle
Trapezoid
Rectangle
On the movie house
Artfully
And
Silent
And
Black and white
Except
The pink marquee
The light lime columns
And sap green facade
Empty of
Projectors
And
Screens
But the beach plums are still here
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
somewhere...
I thought I saw the mountain-ash this morning
But
I didn't
It is gone
Just a painting of it remains
On
A
Wall
Somewhere
But
I didn't
It is gone
Just a painting of it remains
On
A
Wall
Somewhere
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