Sunday, March 29, 2009

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Thank the night
for showing you her full moon.
Thank the morning, the late afternoon,
for the long shadow
that makes you tall as your dreams.
Thank the schemes of twilight,
the novel and ancient ideas of streetlights
revealed in their glowing cones,
thank the bones of your ancestors
for the little you.
Thank the dewy flower,
the clock in the tower,
for not taking this moment.
Thank the sea for blue.
- Ralph Murre

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Monday, March 16, 2009

Sunlight and Old Ice

What have I got to say about this image of the long-resting bay getting ready to cast off her heavy winter quilt, about the way the sun flirts with her, will gently kiss her moist body when she awakens? Nothing. Sometimes words, or at least, my abilities to use words, add nothing at all.

~ RM

Monday, March 09, 2009


On the Passed Time River
that winds through here,
near the point where it burbles
over Lost Day Rocks
and just before the Don't-Give-Up Falls;
the lazy floating,
the grayed head barely raised
to regard a west-slipping sun,
the faint cry from shore,
the rising mists of the maelstrom ahead,
the No-Going-Back Rapids,
the frail craft almost awash
in too late, too late.
The regrettable lack of a paddle.
- Ralph Murre