tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67547938845310757282024-02-06T18:26:10.097-08:00Dean Faulwell PoetryPoems by Dean Faulwell, occasional ruminations about poetry. Whatever else happens in.
Contact: bigdean321@yahoo.comDean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.comBlogger991125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-1229529243055591012013-04-04T16:48:00.002-07:002013-04-04T16:48:21.747-07:00<b>Inside</b><br />
<br />
I installed a<br />
<b></b>smaller flea<br />
door in the<br />
dog door in<br />
<br />
my door, then<br />
locked each of<br />
the three doors<br />
from the<br />
<br />
inside to prevent<br />
the intrusion of<br />
time. I am now<br />
too far inside<br />
<br />
to hear myself<br />
when I dream. Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-49777703438763658822013-04-03T12:39:00.003-07:002013-04-03T12:39:50.856-07:00<b>Making Do</b><br />
<br />
What if a much<br />
<b> </b>of a whether it's<br />
wind laid down<br />
its weapon and<br />
<br />
wept? A crow,<br />
sensing it's not<br />
time yet, waits.<br />
A staircase the<br />
<br />
weather is climbing<br />
creaks with age.<br />
"Mud", reluctantly<br />
riming with "flood",<br />
<br />
makes do with<br />
the water it has.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-16160308323525630042013-04-01T16:37:00.000-07:002013-04-01T16:37:47.394-07:00<b>As A Rule</b><br />
<br />
Common sense, shorter<br />
<b></b>in person than on<br />
the big screen, is<br />
accessible only on<br />
<br />
horseback, and then<br />
only when weather<br />
permits. A premise<br />
becomes a promise<br />
<br />
after a painful<br />
round of vowel<br />
swapping. Things<br />
that can't go on<br />
<br />
like this exit<br />
to the left.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-5712200242807450922013-03-28T10:20:00.002-07:002013-03-28T10:20:36.173-07:00<b>Famous Last Words</b><br />
<br />
Not all last words<br />
<b> </b>are famous. Most<br />
aren't, in fact. Goethe's<br />
famous request for<br />
<br />
more light ("mehr Licht")<br />
is famous primarily<br />
because Goethe was<br />
famous, though a<br />
<br />
request for more<br />
light at the moment<br />
of death has a<br />
certain comic quality<br />
<br />
that might perhaps qualify<br />
it even without Goethe's help.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-3186573187253002032013-03-27T13:16:00.001-07:002013-03-27T13:16:17.879-07:00<b>The Less That Is More</b><br />
<br />
When the day becomes<br />
<b></b>so bright that we<br />
begin seeing things<br />
with our ears, distance<br />
<br />
rounds its corner.<br />
Certain words buried<br />
in the wind can be<br />
heard dragging<br />
<br />
their meanings<br />
behind them. We<br />
are careful not<br />
to remember more<br />
<br />
than is capable<br />
of having happened.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-28218372053377647372013-03-26T14:38:00.002-07:002013-03-26T14:38:57.480-07:00<b>Mood</b><br />
<br />
Early confusion between<br />
<b> </b>"cataclysm" and "catechism"<br />
led to an annoying<br />
hierarchy of old men<br />
<br />
playing with matches<br />
in the sacristy. My<br />
grandfather, fond<br />
of saying the opposite<br />
<br />
of anything said in<br />
favor of just about<br />
anything, let his<br />
mood swing open<br />
<br />
slowly like a<br />
barn door.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-61125143935903770392013-03-22T12:04:00.000-07:002013-03-22T12:04:26.487-07:00<b>After Bei Dao</b><br />
<br />
I take evening's<br />
<b> </b>shortcut through<br />
the meaning of<br />
life to postpone<br />
<br />
passing through<br />
death's door. A<br />
little girl delivers<br />
a freshly-picked rose<br />
<br />
to the morning.<br />
The conductor<br />
chases a lion back<br />
into a symphony's<br />
<br />
cage. Another day<br />
falls from its nest. Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-54716159689411216042013-03-21T14:17:00.002-07:002013-03-21T14:17:47.528-07:00<b>Where The Bathroom Was</b><br />
<br />
A large house<br />
<b> </b>in history had<br />
a staircase leading<br />
up to the basement.<br />
<br />
Once my eyes<br />
had adapted to<br />
the darkness,<br />
I abandoned that<br />
<br />
house in favor of<br />
a house in which<br />
everyone waved to<br />
me as a favor.<br />
<br />
Later that day I showed<br />
everyone where the bathroom was. Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-86785626165708568352013-03-20T14:52:00.003-07:002013-03-20T14:52:58.521-07:00<b>At Random</b><br />
<br />
In my longer<br />
<b> </b>poem dreams<br />
change hands<br />
faster than<br />
<br />
money. The<br />
audience, chosen<br />
at random, collapses<br />
before it can<br />
<br />
applaud. All of<br />
which proves<br />
nothing. Nothing,<br />
in fact, invades<br />
<br />
the outer edge of<br />
meaning and winks. Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-54604748275504442942013-03-18T10:22:00.001-07:002013-03-18T10:22:32.356-07:00<b>Until</b><br />
<br />
Something I once<br />
<b></b>did because it was<br />
there had to be<br />
done again because<br />
<br />
it was still there. The<br />
pleasure and pain<br />
occasioned by repetition<br />
are still there<br />
<br />
long after the train<br />
has pulled out,<br />
leaving us no choice<br />
but to prove that<br />
<br />
life goes on until<br />
it dissolves in death.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-7888280456968727102013-03-14T09:13:00.002-07:002013-03-14T09:13:46.633-07:00<b>Scarcely</b><br />
<br />
The paint on her<br />
<b> </b>sainthood had scarcely<br />
dried when she was<br />
canonized and placed<br />
<br />
as a statue above<br />
the side altar. Clearly<br />
she would have had<br />
the good sense to<br />
<br />
ignore such<br />
carryings-on as she<br />
carried on with what<br />
seemed worth doing,<br />
<br />
polishing the pain<br />
off the souls of the needy.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-84363853250630751442013-03-13T09:56:00.001-07:002013-03-13T09:56:14.935-07:00<b>Too</b><br />
<br />
The needless to say<br />
<b></b>nods, knocking<br />
doubt off its<br />
pedestal. Sincerity<br />
<br />
arrives in a suit<br />
borrowed from the<br />
inventor of telltale<br />
twists. I don't<br />
<br />
care what I mean<br />
by any of this.<br />
I am too<br />
post-modern<br />
<br />
to be bothered<br />
by what you want.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-73477203712649652012013-03-12T09:48:00.001-07:002013-03-12T09:48:27.951-07:00<b>Underground</b><br />
<br />
Father, having already<br />
<b> </b>placed Paul in the<br />
park, tried again<br />
to remove the veil<br />
<br />
from his mother.<br />
Meanwhile, we sat<br />
near the edge and<br />
watched a gigantic<br />
<br />
machine crush<br />
rocks into pebbles,<br />
pebbles into a<br />
fine mist that spread<br />
<br />
across the meadow,<br />
hiding the future. Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-84122135556470070232013-03-11T09:08:00.000-07:002013-03-11T09:08:16.753-07:00<b>Older</b><br />
<br />
When I was young,<br />
<b> </b>I thought chopping<br />
down the truth<br />
was the best way<br />
<br />
to get at the<br />
cherries in the<br />
upper branches.<br />
I thought the<br />
<br />
Bible had a ladder<br />
you could use<br />
to ring the bell<br />
on the top rung.<br />
<br />
When I was young,<br />
I was growing older.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-3035505365235894462013-03-10T08:58:00.002-07:002013-03-10T08:58:28.639-07:00<b>To No Avail</b><br />
<br />
The promises sleep<br />
<b> </b>makes are kept<br />
in death. Or<br />
so it seems<br />
<br />
to those of us<br />
above ground.<br />
Somewhere south<br />
of where we<br />
<br />
finally figure<br />
things out life<br />
begins. The<br />
mind flexes its<br />
<br />
muscles in the<br />
dark to no avail. Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-75590207885661037082013-03-09T08:59:00.002-08:002013-03-09T08:59:25.530-08:00<b>Endless</b><br />
<br />
Snow, erasing the<br />
<b> </b>scars from a<br />
field, places<br />
a candle between<br />
<br />
two clouds in<br />
anticipation of spring.<br />
The past lies before<br />
us like a motherless<br />
<br />
child whose father<br />
has been left<br />
dreamless and alone.<br />
There is nowhere to<br />
<br />
go but away. The<br />
morning takes forever.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-40952687994291901082013-03-08T09:16:00.000-08:002013-03-08T09:16:07.922-08:00<b>After Bei Dao</b><br />
<br />
Language is a<br />
<b> </b>shadow leaning<br />
toward the east<br />
at sundown. We<br />
<br />
knock down midnight's<br />
door, releasing<br />
morning from its<br />
self-imposed promise.<br />
<br />
A match polished<br />
into flame reveals<br />
a homeless child<br />
huddled in the corner.<br />
<br />
We return, hoping<br />
to get lost again.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-73305397867423888372013-03-07T07:57:00.003-08:002013-03-07T07:57:23.602-08:00<b>Reportedly</b><br />
<br />
Beauty has been<br />
<b> </b>described as a strict<br />
adherence to every<br />
rule except one.<br />
<br />
The exception, in<br />
this case, doesn't<br />
so much prove<br />
the rule as render<br />
<br />
it indistinguishable<br />
from truth in the<br />
famous poem by<br />
Keats. This is<br />
<br />
reportedly everything<br />
we need to know on earth. Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-13446018049147471962013-03-06T07:01:00.000-08:002013-03-06T07:01:03.659-08:00<b>Some Cultures</b><br />
<br />
Stopping to check<br />
your watch is<br />
<b> </b>believed in many<br />
cultures to age<br />
<br />
you beyond your<br />
years. Some of<br />
those cultures<br />
have passed laws<br />
<br />
forbidding the<br />
manufacture or<br />
sale of watches.<br />
Other cultures poke<br />
<br />
holes in their boats<br />
sinking them just in time.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-41529392365317984742013-03-05T06:49:00.001-08:002013-03-05T06:49:35.623-08:00<b>This Thing</b><br />
<br />
Listening with a<br />
<b> </b>valve open, the<br />
blabbermouth responds<br />
with what it takes<br />
<br />
to be taken for granted<br />
by those who refuse<br />
to give up. Other<br />
things are also<br />
<br />
true, but not as<br />
true as this thing<br />
is. This thing is<br />
beautiful because<br />
<br />
of its strict adherence<br />
to every rule.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-51367360054488186082013-03-04T06:14:00.001-08:002013-03-04T06:14:11.389-08:00<b>Rare</b><br />
<br />
I work from home.<br />
<b> </b>My job, to lose<br />
gracefully, requires<br />
a certain sense<br />
<br />
of non-entitlement.<br />
They say my talent<br />
is rare and compensate<br />
me accordingly. I<br />
<br />
have earned so much<br />
money losing gracefully<br />
that I have begun<br />
to feel like a<br />
<br />
winner who will<br />
soon be fired.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-60215369333067103442013-03-03T08:18:00.000-08:002013-03-03T08:18:09.096-08:00<b>Crevice</b><br />
<br />
The time and blood<br />
<b> </b>we have on our<br />
hands is scrubbed<br />
off each evening<br />
<br />
by the orderlies.<br />
Our hands are<br />
then dried, using<br />
white towels that<br />
<br />
resemble chastity<br />
and the cleanliness<br />
wedged into the<br />
crevice between<br />
<br />
God and not<br />
God.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-80641165914378626652013-03-02T06:57:00.002-08:002013-03-02T06:57:46.209-08:00<b>Before And After</b><br />
<br />
Many of the breasts<br />
<b> </b>of the native African<br />
women featured in the<br />
<i>National Geographic</i><br />
<br />
were first-rate. They<br />
<i></i>were, at any<br />
rate, the only<br />
ones we were<br />
<br />
permitted to look<br />
at with our eyes<br />
open. The was<br />
before the days when<br />
<br />
shooting small children at<br />
school had become commonplace.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-86386404670585329032013-03-01T06:46:00.001-08:002013-03-01T06:46:10.203-08:00<b>Wyoming</b><br />
<br />
There is plenty of<br />
<b> </b>parking in Wyoming,<br />
more than enough<br />
to satisfy the needs<br />
<br />
of those who feel<br />
inclined to park. It<br />
is possible (easy<br />
even) to park<br />
<br />
in the middle<br />
of nowhere in<br />
Wyoming, which<br />
consists for the<br />
<br />
most part of long<br />
stretches of nowhere.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754793884531075728.post-80103333286397277412013-02-28T07:42:00.001-08:002013-02-28T07:42:50.931-08:00<b>Cinematically Speaking</b><br />
<br />
Real persons, living<br />
<b> </b>and dead, were<br />
being resembled<br />
coincidentally. The<br />
<br />
one person being<br />
paid to care about<br />
things didn't care.<br />
The movie continued<br />
<br />
winding its way<br />
through a plot<br />
no one was<br />
bothering to follow,<br />
<br />
since all of the characters<br />
had left in protest.Dean Faulwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06706800816676878258noreply@blogger.com0