November 22nd 2015 | favorite rake

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16: November 22nd 2015

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  • Every fall it occurs to me I ought to probably bring in my tools from the weather; every year I’m having to replace the handle; and every year I swear, by God, I’ll change my ways.

Opening Book: All Hallows’ Eve Pages 62-71 (Part 3 of 3)

Continuing Part II.

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Continuing Part I.

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End of Part II

Continue Part III

Opening Book: All Hallows’ Eve Page 43-51 (Post 1 of 3)

The first third of the narrative poem – All Hallows’ Eve. I wrote it as a way to teach myself Blank Verse. There were several years between the start and the finish – though I wasn’t working on it all that time. The poem was inspired by Keats’ Hyperion. I wanted to match its length and bring blank verse back to narrative. If you hear any instructor, critic or reader bemoaning the death of narrative blank verse, send them here! It’s alive and well in me and my poems. Page 43 All Hallows' Eve

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End of Part I

Continue Part II

Opening Book: Come Out! Page 41-42

  • I changed a line in this poem:

From: From off the floor where still its veins had bled.
To: Off the floor where still its veins bled through.

  • I think this was my twentieth try at reading this. What I would really love is for an actress or another reader, a woman preferably, to give it a try. If there are any takers, and if you like the poem enough, let me know.

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Haiku – The Spiritual Way

I’m not a good poet. A good poet writes everyday.

This is my effort to put my mind on the right way and be a good poet- one Haiku a day. Here is what I have written so far and I’ll try to add a Haiku every day. I’m going to blog the contents of my first book of poetry; and add other poems as I write them.

So slow
The spider in the snow crawls
Toward sunlight.

Spring 2000

The fly peers
Through the frosted window — so much
Hand-wringing.

Fall 1999

The scarecrow waits
At the crossing: the train and then
The leaves.

Aug. 16, 2008

Why so soon
In your evening raiments? –
August clouds.

Aug. 17, 2008

The crow calls
So softly and the moon comes
Over Mooselauke.

Aug. 29, 2008

Daddy longlegs – eight
And still not enough to keep you
Out of trouble.

Aug. 29, 2008

No use sunning
By the road. Snake, I’ll find some shade
To bury you.

Aug. 30, 2008

Fireflies, where
Do you go? I want to go
Too.

Aug. 31, 2008

The blossoms
Of the pumpkin vine – so orange –
My daughter’s fever.

Sept. 3, 2008

Shadows cross
The mountains on a cloudless night –
Geese flying south.

Sept. 11, 2008

Nothing but
The green, green grass – cows
In September.

Sept. 12, 2008

No better place
Than on the road, the horse
Shits.

Sept. 14, 2008

The dog
Walks past the storefront. What need
For fashion?

Sept. 14, 2008