WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

February 2008

  • Snapshot Poem 13 February 02008

    winter rainunsheathing winter rain brown ground emerges from its snowy scabbard goldfish rise drowsy to the rippling surface of their small pond drift back down puddles and dirty runnels soak the flower beds a woodpecker searches under the shingles the city sends its workers  out in white trucks to cut back and collect ice broken… Continue reading

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  • Dialog

    Will you speak the name?                I do not know it. Is it one name, or ten thousand?                It is ten thousand names.                It is uncountable names.                Each knows its own name.What is my name?    … Continue reading

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  • Time

    Perhaps time really is as simple as we used to think. The wise ones tell us that all we have is this moment; this moment is all there is. Maybe time is a bubble. This moment (moment meaning: the smallest possible increment of time, so vastly small that our limited minds cannot encompass it) replaced… Continue reading

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  • Hope & Fear

    Listening to Barack Obama, I discover that I am feeling — fear. I am afraid to hope. Some of this may be due to my personal circumstances, but much is, I believe, due to long years of observation of American public life. This is not the first candidate in my lifetime to speak of hope;… Continue reading

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  • Friday Cat Blogging

      You will find this week’s cats here: The Carnival of the Cats, now at 203rd Carnival of the Cats; this Sunday it will be at Pet’s Garden Blog Weekend Cat Blogging last weekend was at WCB: Two Very Special Photographs; this weekend you will find it at PaulChens Food Blog Bad Kitty Cats Festival… Continue reading

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