• wordless

    by  • April 11, 2016 • durham, poetry • 4 Comments

    I spent the first ten days of April back in Durham, doing some book things, some cookies business, and seeing good friends in a place that feels like home to me. In the process, I haven’t kept my promises to write each day during April. Here is my defense.


    I know I’ve been silent,
    even after I said I would
    write a poem everyday,

    there are blanks where
    poems should have been.

    because I thought about
    a question I once heard
    asked of photographers:

    what’s the best picture
    you didn’t take?

    and I chose to stay up
    late talking and laughing
    rather than writing,

    keeping only the images
    my heart could carry.



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    4 Responses to wordless

    1. kennywood
      April 11, 2016 at 11:39 pm

      A fine choice! It’s a little like missing worship to rock the babies.

    2. Suzanne Cate
      April 12, 2016 at 12:50 am

      You did the better thing, Milton. Sometimes you have to fill up, ya know.

    3. David R
      April 12, 2016 at 10:32 am

      In Coveyspeak, you have to sharpen the saw from time to time. Life experience is where the poems come from. Also, as in music, the rests are important.

    4. April 12, 2016 at 10:27 pm

      I love that, David.

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