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dim sum- 2019/1- little poems by tom clausen

18 Friday Oct 2019

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dim sum- 2019/1- little poems by tom clausen

 

a new day
the distance
from last night’s dreams

riding a thermal
over the ferry
a gull

 

news of his death…
my get-well card
on the way

 

she puts on
her cowboy hat
to pump gas

Great Plains…
in the distance
a whole train

two chairs
watching
the river flow

our checkered past-
colorful leaves carpet
the rainy path

pickup game
this way and that
sneaker squeaks

forever stuck
in 1958
our encyclopedia

our hearts
for each other
in dispute

moose scat
I bring home
a photo

before
the trail was there
trail marker

by myself…
working out what
not to say

half moon-
i remember
i forgot

leaves falling…
she carries her little person
in front

climate change-
my wife
turns up the heat

a crop
of political signs
no man’s land

on the dock
the fixed stare
of a fake owl

close to home
I find myself
again

at my parents’ stone
I whisper
you brought me here

breakfast…
asking what she wants
for dinner

Akitsu Quarterly poems by Tom Clausen

04 Tuesday Dec 2018

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the way back
from the woods
with a peace of mind

 

one bird
in the dark before dawn
starts

 

hawk
circling
the moon

 

 

– Fall 2014  premiere issue

 

 

another sunset…
all the places I left
myself

 

off the trail
on the trail
grasshopper

 

in between
the woodpecker’s tat tats…
silence

 

-Spring 2015

 

 

winged seeds
this desire
to take off

 

walking uphill
to keep the sunset
a bit longer

 

turtle dream
the winter over
so soon

 

 

Spring 2016

 

 

puckerbrush
how desirable I am
to a mosquito

 

holding up
itself
a stone wall

 

butterfly in the field
within its world
within this world

 

the old barn
what’s left
letting the wind through

 

Fall 2016

 

 

eyes closed
I could be
anywhere

 

promised land-
a grasshopper
leap after leap

 

Winter 2018

 

 

thaw
a snow bank holding out
in the burdocks

 

so over it      dust

 

falling leaves
on the path …
no place for my thoughts

 

Fall 2018

 

 

A Work of Love-tanka

15 Sunday Dec 2013

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A Work of Love  (1997)  Tanka
from Tiny Poems Press ( out of print)

*
*

midnight again
the furnace cycles off
and no wind-
for a while the quiet
becomes a longing

*
*

between chores
I study my hands
as if they might hold
something
I should know
*
*
tiny bluets
all around me
and over there
a couple,
very much in love
*
*
I can’t help my desire
glancing over
to her terminal
after little bits of decent
time have passed
*
*
by spontaneous consent
our subtle flirting
has played itself out–
our friendship will be
all the better for this
*
*
she’s not here
to see it
but after breaking the stick
I perfectly fit the broken ends
back together again
*
*
as if one
were not enough
I daydream pleasantly
of several women
I know
*
*
her look guarded
as she tells me
she may be late–
what great news this is,
she still will come
*
*
so intent with feeling
that her warm greeting
to someone just beyond me
gave me a moment so sure
she was greeting me
*
*
seeing her by chance
I once had a dream about her
years ago–
over time it has taken on
a substance of its own
*
*
what a surprise
she wants to take a photo
of us together–
I keep thinking
about it
*
*
Queen Anne’s Lace and
Black Eyed Susans
by the thousands along the road
and to think
you married me
*
*
as we gaze across the fence
my wife asks what I think
about a cow’s life,
honestly it looks quite okay
except for the flies
*
*
far from home
in the car
my wife mentions in passing
the name of someone
we don’t see anymore
*
*
in the company of friends
our marriage takes on
an air of comfort
as we all attend to things
other than ourselves
*
*
after supporting
their divorce plans
I write them a Valentine;
suggest they reconsider
it all again
*
*
beyond this life
that one old friend
I bump into over and over
promising that we’ll get together
again, someday
*
*
deep in the night
letting the phone ring
and ring…
then for a long time
wondering who?
*
*
when I think back
six years ago
when my mother had the stroke
I can’t remember who
I was back then
*
*
under a tree
we talk of mother’s passage
from this life–
inchworms suspended
all around us
*
*
I had it all
figured out,
this little wisdom of mine,
then in the night
the rain so hard
*
*
who knows what she thinks
or desires
yet the rain this Saturday
steady, as my wife reads
I watch her carefully
*
*
these days housebound
if only we could agree
to keep our words
silently
to ourselves
*
*
wanting my old life
when I wanted
my present life
stirring the soup she made
as a cold rain falls outside
*
*
some days seem
altogether too much
but then
so welcome it becomes
the night
*
*
after a rough day
she props her head in hand
a few inches from my face
and asks intently:
“do you really like me?”
*
*
the house quiet
and cold
this early morning alone
saddened to know how much
I desired just this
*
*
the envelope to me
sealed carefully with tape
on every seam
when opened, reveals
absolutely nothing
*
*
tolerably melancholy
to sit here while the kids play
and be lost in myself–
on a path nearby
she walks in the sun
*
*
for over a decade
we’ve talked–
still you want our talk
as much as I want
the silences between
*
*
nothing special
about deja-vu,
feeling down–
once long ago I felt
young and free
*
*
even though
we’re always together
my wife asks if
I’ve tried
the new pizza place
*
*
I look over
the three sleeping bodies
beside me–
to think a whole decade
I felt all alone
*
*
instinctively
for old times’ sake
I reach out, half awake,
to give your breast
a quick little squeeze
*
*
this rainy fall Sunday
I write poems and watch
steam rise from my tea–
as she passes she rips off
a little piece of sandpaper for me
*
*
my youth spent
gathering strength and solace
of friends near and far–
these short years later
losing them one by one
*
*
the cold walk,
silence
between us,
the creek running
under ice
*
*
every few bounces
the robin pauses on the lawn
to look and listen
as if that were all
there was to do
*
*
I have much to do
it is obvious–
what I will do is exactly
what she wants,
her little two year old heart
*
*
the tentative start-up
of talk…
                to a new friend?
begins the old doubt
of just who I am, again
*
*