mtpoet
mtpoet archive of published lines and poems on Linespedia.
"It is a poem Tho I write the words, I can take no more credit for a poem than I can make the wind go round & round in a storm I can not hold beauty in form nor make my words into amethyst fingerpr..."
"To feel poetry in the eternity of a moment, the poet must stand gin-mellow before the word & with a lover's hands reach out to find that poem as firm as hips that press forward at a touch-- sens..."
"Poetry was clear as a summer day in November when there had been no rain for twenty days & the secret thoughts the word had ran over all things without shame & it was one of those days when it becom..."
"Writer's Block Joy, committed to memory to be recalled-- memory of you, the word, & a bath in the morning after wine after the art in our relationship had passed & the same sun continued to rise ..."
"To Write a Poem Wanting, always, to write poetry, I ask myself if I am sensuous enough to sit around a fire carving words like spearheads & eating snail darters from a nearby stream, listening to a..."
"I seek the mts I come from mts where the peaks crest above creeks, muddy after rain, clearing on limestone, pooling near Lake Cumberland before rushing over Hay Creek falls. I seek within the mts a ..."
"About The Word There is a feeling about the word that conveys a sense of control like each line repeating according to a beat-- that beating near the soul where echoes are not yet art-- are only the ..."
"THE DREAMER AND THE POET The dreamer goes to bed with the leading lady, slays the dragon, & finds answers to life's mysteries in fantasy. The poet shakes up the insides of the word. copy 1992--Ru..."
"Forgive me not at all as poet if I lust for the word & the word is like a woman naked-- feelings spread & wanting & in that time of waiting upon the page knowing her appeal & knowing that one brief..."
"She walks in sunlight toward the savage sea, the girl, a siren of 20 years she waits upon the page, to dance--to twirl & lures poets to tears perhaps toward the words of her own verse & in a voice ..."
"Why a poem should come to be at all the word questions & the poet voices no answer until the word becomes form, a woman by choice, letting down her hair to dance, seeking not in the least or the most..."
"Day in December begins with snow-- flakes floating thru air-- crisp wind driving squalls that continue until the ground turns white as the empty page on my computer screen before the word appears ..."
"A poem is not always a mt of words with a peak where the poet sits at night able to see starlight beyond the city's unnatural brighter than day streets. Far off & to the north, the blinking red from..."
"A Small Occasion is what I plan. I will schedule it for poets & understand I will invite the word. It will be fun for poets can manage to fit into an open field & stand silent until there is heard ..."
"i. Imagine the sincerity in a voice that is not the poet's the familiar in a form that is not the body of the poet's work & the mystery of the word not yet undressed. Or imagine the danger of ..."
"Words to my heart I thought I could write at sixteen after reading Whitman & Dickinson & some sensual woman poet whose name I have long forgotten--quite. I thought I could write words to my heart ..."
"When I go out this door tonight, I will wrap tight my coat against winter's cold arms & look up into a darkness deeper than a soul is deep. If I see stars, I will count stars until I can not see mor..."
"The Night Before Perhaps it is not the word-- beautiful as a woman sitting in her bath as morning departs fast-- that captures the poet & moves his soul to write so much as it is the word the nig..."
"Dream of words I do not remember to save my life whether I ran away or got tossed out with the word when we were caught exchanging dizziness & for the life of me I do not know what they meant in wh..."
"The Promise The word stops by one day, bringing rhyme, a woman equally as beautiful as she is. She stops for she knows I write poetry still these many years past that first draft of a poem we made, ..."
"If while you are reading you fall asleep & my thoughts turn to poetry & my feelings turn to words about love & the poem I write is short but captures imagination like a walk in summer to the top of J..."
"I farm a land I farm a land that is uneven. It drops down sudden, like a white page, beneath my plow. I plant words: ..."
"A flock of birds A flock of birds flew thru blue haze today. I watched them as they winged thru April sky near Jack's Knob moving north upon their way toward a destiny beyond my eye. Perhaps they've..."