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There is something rattling within me. The idea of poetry is both too glib and deeper than it seems.

:- Doug.

Not retiring. Stretching. Spreading. Unfolding.

:- Doug.

I will say, It was a poor decision; I should never have done this. Remember, contra, this is about diving not so much finding or staying. Saturday and Sunday exploring any day, a bringing me back whatever day.

:- Doug.

Ever see
Evocative be

:- Doug.

I’m writing to myself
for the grandchildren

:- Doug.

naked and alone
an idea is such a
weak thing

:- Doug.

My message my calling
Words too big
And too small

:- Doug.

People rise to expectations
Prime among them you

:- Doug.

It’s not accurate to call us old farts
‘cause we make ‘em new every day!

:- Doug.

I need to be working
in something poetic

:- Doug.

Roads are for people who don’t
want to be where they are
There goes another dissatisfied customer

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1983

I’ll tell you which way the world is going to go. It’s humans loosely in charge of where the human world will go. Some will be lost and some for a long while. Some will see this way and some will march off that. Some will timidly test the waters. All will muddle. Strong actors will arise and seize others’ lives. All will be in different places and stages of grief. Some will see this; some will say this. Most will not. All are explorers, willing or not. This is the way the world will go.

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My poetry is prime
1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11 …

:- Doug.

If you can enter
the mystery of the poem
you share its strength

:- Doug.

Creation is a river
Sourced in morning dew
Life in a drop swimming

:- Doug.

Is a poem flowing words
or flowing images?
Must or flow among?

:- Doug.

Face your life to find your life
Deeper, truer, more real
than money-bought comfort
there is a price, yes
and maybe

:- Doug.

This is the time to do the work I really want to do. I am no longer afraid I will become stale, for I will have folks with whom to converse—I will find them. I am maker of persons, maker of us.

:- Doug.

Poetry is my exploration

:- Doug.

It’s a choice as you age
are you wisened
or only wizened?

:- Doug.

There’s a kernel in that seed or
maybe it’s a seed in that kernel
something green with power to grow
choose the word not just concrete, but
specific, peculiar, a door hanging
by one hinge
in a wind storm (make this a serious long exercise)

:- Doug.

Life gets happier
Life becomes integral
—as you examine yours—
(yes I challenge you)
Of what’s your integrality
consist? Of what’s your
happiness?

:- Doug.

Poems have no goal
nor end and only a
delicious ongoingness

:- Doug.