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Unpublished Poetry Series: The Thunder-Spirit

  The Thunder-Spirit Night time--the orange Clouds withhold oncoming rain; Afar the thunder Lingers to oblivion: Restless are the ways That fulfill unspoken dreams Their lives amongst us, As time that summons passing As a startled bird To wake us in the moonlight Of a winter sleep. Douglas Thornton

A Poet's Journal: March 2nd, 2015

  March 2nd, 2015 Large flock of ducks flies over so quietly that I only by chance notice them in the reflection of a glass table.  Almost all things are part of a world perceived in change and we find that they have been living and existing all along.  In the air they are, in the mind they are not, but which truly is their resting-place?  Reality is no less flitting than the movements of the eye. Morning rain and fog but soon no trace. Douglas Thornton

A Poet's Journal: February 26th, 2015

  February 26th, 2015 How rare to have body and mind on the same page!  It is not easy to do the things we want when we want to; the auspicious moment always seems to grow from inability and our inability from a desire for something more.  Imagination drags us through this lonely field, giving us our tasks, our worries, making the distance around us insufferable.  And so whenever I have something to do, it is very difficult not to get caught up in the imagination of doing it before it is actually done, working through it a hundred times.  I am not speaking of preparation or details here, but the simple idea of a future to come, and what that future might bring, and how we might handle that--this is the imagination, this is the gateless gate, firmly shut and too defiantly high to look over; this is the gate that never was nor ever has been a gate.  Yet it is richly adorned and so much a part of our inability that it seems better to look at and keep closed rather than pass right through

A Poet's Journal: February 24th, 2015

  February 24th, 2015 The question of effort always comes up.  Am I doing enough?  Am I doing it the right way?  Is this really how it should be?  It is easier to question than to do and even doing wrongly is most of the time better than doubting uselessly.  We often rely upon hesitancy to fulfill the effort required because we do not feel ourselves up to the task, or the time does not feel right.  Our projects and our plans gather strength the further they remain in the future; the closer they come to completion, the more apt they are to failure.  'Failure occurs near the end,' says Lao-Tzu because our effort has created something that was different from the beginning; we perceive the two differently so they must be acted upon differently.  Something the ancient poets used to speak of at the beginning of their poems, and even the Tibetan sages in their poems and prayers to theirs gurus, was a muse awakening, or the idea of something finding a bit of realization in something un

Newly Published Poem: The Forest Opening

  July 20th, 2021 Triggerfish Critical Review has recently published Issue #26 with a poem entitled: The Forest Opening by Douglas Thornton. Please click on the following link to read the poem and the reviews that go along with it! Triggerfish Critical Review: The Forest Opening by Douglas Thornton

A Poet's Journal: February 23rd, 2015

  February 23rd, 2015 To have something meaningful before us, or produced by us, or in light of our imminent approach, is something we busy ourselves with without reprieve.  There is not the slightest question that we are fulfilled by something that is fulfilling, but it is only in our act of distinguishing it as a goal, or as a fact outside of ourselves, that we turn it into an accepted and pleasing form of nihilism. At the very end of dreaming, just before I awake, I am sometimes stricken by an immense form of inspiration, but upon waking, find that it was all just an illusion, or what I believed so full and rich, is no longer understandable, or is misinterpreted; the two worlds never seem to end in the same conclusion.  And so this is what meaning puts before us, it gives a desire to attain, but in attaining, it has already led us to something else.  Satisfaction only lasts as long as the attainment remains present, so it is only the worth of something that keeps us going.  To do so