Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Saturday, December 5, 2020

Poetry: Harvest

Harvest

Brown soil is cool and moist in my hands,

Reminding me of who I am,

And of what came before me.

Planting, replenishing, giving back,

Restores me to myself.

This land belongs to everyone,

And no-one,

Though men plant flags to claim dominion.

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Saturday, November 21, 2020

Poem: Sun Will Rise

Sun Will Rise

Beware blind rage that

Panders to fear and leads us all

To murder the light.

Know that when temperate minds prevail…

Sun will rise and babes

Will be born, and what is meant

To be, will still be.

 

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Sunday, November 15, 2020

Poetry: Leaf Pile

Leaf Pile

Oh, how good it is to play.

Dumping the bones on a gentle slope
planted in tinted violet, pale pink to rose,
candy corn yellow leaves, as parents stand
by armed with rakes and shovels, observing
with their crotchety independence how good
it must be to be a child again. To be free again,
to see a December sunset cast its ochre-brown,
saddle-shaped, conspicuously veined light,
eyelash like thin, over the gelatinous flesh of a
family’s front yard. Siblings sunken in soil, that
rich manured soil, soon to become melting snow
banks, scattered on rich, brain-shaped humus.

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Sunday, November 8, 2020

Poetry: We Dare

We Dare

Dare we feel?

This is the time.

Dare we think?

This is the time.

Dare we speak?

This is the time.

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Saturday, November 7, 2020

When Lightning Strikes: Evening of performances by world-renowned poets

Rural meets urban, when the Adirondack Center for Writing and Bowery Poetry Club collaborate for a brand new event. When Lightning Strikes has been designed to introduce new poets to Adirondack audiences, and new audiences to Bowery Poetry Club poets.

When Lightning Strikes is taking place at 7 p.m. November 9, and hosted by Jive Poetic, featuring Mahogany L. Browne, Adam Falkner, Carlos Andrés Gómez, Omar Holmon, Cynthia Dewi Oka, and Ramya Ramana. The event is live online at the Bowery Poetry Club’s website and live on Facebook. All are invited to tune in for a sliding scale donation of $5-15 payable at paypal.me/adkctr4writing to be split between the two organizations.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Poetry: Death of a Dragonfly

Death of a Dragonfly
(All lives matter…)
See season changes so temperate,

That one must still their breath, softly,

Even to notice.

Parading a lushness of bloom,

Riotous tendrils burst and grow anew,

In sparkling diamonds of morning dew,

Reveling in summer’s persistent,

And benevolent façade.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Poetry: Rainbows

Rainbows
Each morning when I wake,

Errant sunrays pierce crystal orbs

Dripping from east-facing window frames,

And explode into rainbows of light,

On floor and walls.

Cool white tiles come to life,

In prismatic hues,

And help me face the day.

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Saturday, October 17, 2020

Poetry: Hoarfrost

Hoarfrost

I knelt to praise the day
And opened my heart
To an open empty milkweed pod
Glowing ambergold inside its hollow husk
It reflected the rising sun from the east
While moonlight dazzled its icy other side
Capturing sun and moon that precious moment
Not unlike those of us
Who are not rooted in the wild field
And on rare occasions both
Glow with our heart’s love
And reflect a lover’s rapture.

 

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Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Poetry: Friends

Friends

If you have to cry- just cry,

Don’t hold it back, don’t be ashamed,

I’m crying too.  Tears can’t be tamed.

All different now, life rips and tears,

We are connected, and I still care.

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Thursday, October 8, 2020

Poetry: In the Midst

In The Midst
Blanketed in moist and heavy air,

Lush leaves cannot lift, cannot stir.

They breathe, though hushed.

I too breathe, though hushed.

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Monday, September 28, 2020

Public art installation makes for perfect rainy-day activity 

Saranac Lakers might’ve noticed that words appear before their eyes on sidewalks through downtown Saranac Lake when it rains. How did it come to be there? Two groups came together to make something magical happen–the Raining Poetry Project.

The Adirondack Center for Writing and the Saranac Lake Arts and Culture Advisory Board partnered to bring this project to life. Inspired by similar projects across the country, the collaboration brings unique public art installations to Saranac Lake.

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Sunday, September 27, 2020

Poetry: Autumn

Autumn 

Autumn comes to us more voluptuous than any of her sisters a goddess of Renaissance proportions 

How can we not be charmed as she places on our tables armfuls of round ripened fruits which 

Spring bore and Summer raised 

Yet there is something suspect in her swaying walk through fields mown down behind her 

The birds take notice, gather together and fly south 

even as her highlights of garnet and amber shimmer in the trees 

We marvel at her beauty and besot ourselves with her scent And only as she turns to leave us are we strangely sad Why just now do we think on friends we shall never see again Why in this season do we observe our age, and seek new beginnings As we ponder she slips away 

While Winter rides in on his chariot of white winds To make us pay for the bounty Autumn gave.

 

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Thursday, September 24, 2020

RBG (Ruth Bader Ginsburg)

RBG (Ruth Bader Ginsburg)

Tiny warrior standing tall,

Brooklyn girl, notorious,

Ahead of her time,

Ahead of her ‘place’,

Fearless woman,

Standing for the oppressed.

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Monday, September 21, 2020

Poetry: Adirondack Blue

Adirondack Blue

Wind-spun cirrus clouds
Heaven’s cotton batting
Sky background that blue
we call “Adirondack blue”
St. Paul’s Ephesians letter
lays peace to a Quiet Mind
See how Black-eyed Susans
stare Autumn-ward now

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Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Poetry: We Need the Soil

We Need the Soil

each contagious morning
the cherished dew of midnight’s tears

those empty diamond-shaped faces
containing the dreams of elderflowers

because she fills earth’s basket with the black
resinous warmth of grandmother’s hands

breaking the ruby white stalks
of rhubarb and celery, reenacting

the wild and mischievous
rhythms of eternity

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