WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

April 2007

  • Snapshot Poem

    I stepped from my house this morning,head crowded with voices from dreams,into shivering air, trembling air, symphonies of waxwings and robins, a percussion of crows … Why do we enter the futurewith the past in our night pockets? Trees shook with squirrel passions; goldfish drifted from the pond’s dark bottom up into pale water, reacquainting… Continue reading

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  • NaPoWriMo – Day 3

    April garden ~     with the songbirds     comes the hawk     Continue reading

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  • Whose poem is this?

    I found it in a neglected corner. Dusty. Dim. Slightly larger than ordinary. A cat’s eye. A shooter?Light passes, bends through the edges. At the center, this swirl of dark color. Smooth and cold at the heart of the hand. Someone must miss it. Is it yours?     Continue reading

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  • Cindy Smith’s NaPoWriMo

    My non-blogging friend (and poetry mentor) Cindy Smith has decided to attempt this marathon. Besides the pleasure of her work, I will appreciate the support — especially at nearly 10 PM on day two, when I still don’t have a poem. But she does, and here it is:   Spring drifts, granulated, like snow cones… Continue reading

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  • The Edge

    Where is the edge of this dream? Elk, bears, and mountain goats     are mating in the streets. Fever,fog, bewilderment. There is blood evidence. This house is dense with loss and pain. Like fog. Snow falls, thickly, but the landscape is bare. Women in bright dresses cling to the wire fence. Their faceslike fog.… Continue reading

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