Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Missing By David Wagoner

stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does it lost on you,
You are surely lost. stand still. The forest knows
where you are, you must let it find you.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Twenty Questions?

are you okay?
How is the weather today?
are you a passionate reader?
Do you love music?
Do you like famous writer?
what is your favorite color?
Do you swim?
Are you married?
What's your native language, then?
Do you recognize the word for carnation?
Are you happy?
Will you be happy?
What's your favorite fruit?
what's in your mind today?
Do you smoke?
Do you visit dentist?
Do you wear glasses?
Can you tell us more about yourself?
Is she a star or a criminal?
Do you have a word for calyx?