for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

To read a poem

is not to catch

the words unlatched:


it is to meet

a current against the sweep


against the words

the patterns on the board


the words imprint

that later fade unlike river silt.


To catch a poem

you can’t, unless eyes firm


eyes glued to the vaulted

deep from where had bolted


these words you read as poem

slumbered like death, awaiting a pen.




This is also posted in a slightly different version on For this reflection on poetry, I wrote myself a check of $800. Too much? If so, tell me why.

March 5, 2009 - Posted by | poetry, reflection | , ,

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