Thursday, December 22, 2011

hurrying from the bank



hurrying from the bank
the guard cradles
his Tupperware


Monday, December 19, 2011

working out an image



now that I know its name
nandina
everywhere



This is the first version of a small idea/image I've been rolling around today. This particular one ends up being about the limits of subjectivity -- how the world can appear to be an undifferentiated mass before you learn the names of its individual parts -- and the poem sounds a bit egotistical because of that. Of course all of the nandina plants I'm noticing now existed before I knew what to call them. I was just slow to catch on to their identity and their beauty. But hopefully the poem gets across enough of the joy and magic of learning the proper names of things to overcome its egocentric basis...

Or how about:


learning a new name --
nandina
everywhere



The ego isn't as abruptly stated in that version -- no "I" is bossily intruding and taking ownership of the reader's experience of the image...

Maybe I've just been saying the word "nandina" too much, but now this is starting to feel like one of those times when absolute minimalism might work:


nandina

everywhere



Or just for fun, something more fanciful:


how long was she there
before I learned her name?
nandina



Sunday, December 18, 2011

where the house's shadow



where the house's shadow
falls on the grass --
morning frost


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

naked



winter trees
show the shape
of their winter mind