Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Saturday, October 1, 2022

Poem: Autumn Dance

Autumn Dance

Chilled breezes, like icy satin, awaken me from the vagaries,

That muddle one’s thoughts as sleep approaches.

Pungent aroma of smoky air drifting across sills, startles.

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Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Poem: Eye of the Loon

Eye of the Loon

From the Miocene, thirty seven million years of primal memory

Tell me, that I am survival.
Convergent  from strong gulls, hesperornithes, grebes,…

Black, white and gray, I am. Red-eyed Gavia, I am.

Densely-boned Great Northern diver, I am.

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Tuesday, September 6, 2022

Poem: Musing

Musing

Meandering in my mind, musing…

Sibilance of waves wash gently, peacefully,

Realizing I need no more than this,

I count the wonders and blessings before me…

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Friday, September 2, 2022

Poem: Wake To It

 

Wake To It

Quicksilver lives, like glistening waves,

Unrelentingly forming, cresting, diminishing, receding,

Like notes on an ever-moving scale,

On ever-turning pages, speeding faster than light,

Billowing above the beckoning forest canopy,

To the lacrimal sounds of searching loons.

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Saturday, August 20, 2022

Poem: My Walden

my walden

My Walden

To find a pure place, an oasis in life,

Limited neither by earthly boundaries nor spiritual ones,

Nor time, worry, want or discord…is to find paradise.

Such a place of all-encompassing beauty,

Will light every mortal sense afire in birth of inspiration,

Of new sight, of loftier goals, and in ultimate understanding

Of mysteries that were heretofore inscrutable.

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Monday, August 15, 2022

Poem: All Points

limekiln lake

All Points

All points coalesce in this place.

Eyes that have seen much,

Reflect pure sunlight on dazzling water.

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Monday, August 8, 2022

Misnomer: Stoney Creek (a poem)

stoney creek grasses

With clear blue skies and a gentle wind

We paddled on Stoney Creek

The banks aligned with tall swamp maples spread their trunks as if they were elms

Paddling upstream to Little Stoney Pond with tall grasses along the banks— topped with light purple plumes

But there was nary a stone in sight

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Sunday, July 31, 2022

Poem: Inlet

poetry logo
Adirondacks nestle the tiny town of Inlet.
All around it is a history
Of logging, hunting, boating, pioneering,
Settling, surviving and staying.

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Saturday, July 9, 2022

Poem: Upon The North Wind

limekiln
Fresh breezes cross the light-dappled lake,
Clearing cobwebs and cicatrixes in its wake.
The old red Camp clock spins backward.
Zephyrs of air sweep old ghosts
Above the lapping waves to sweet release.
Soon, curlicues of cumulus clouds drift in,
Rolling across water like boats and angels.
A distant loon’s trailing trill heralds new rain.
All around, mountains reassure us, saying,
“Nothing changes in this place,
Except the generations.
Here, pines purify man’s pestilence,
Tall trees renew, protect, promise.
Here, you are linked to your origins, welcomed,
And made whole once more”
Nurturing forest spirits, forever wild,
Bear kind witness to the fragile dreams of men,
And here,upon the wings of the North Wind itself,
Hopes fly free.

Monday, July 4, 2022

Poem: Ride With Me

Ride With Me
Ride with me,
South to North.
Highways are the arteries
Of America,
Pumping its heartblood.
Trains chug, trucks rule roads.
Metamorphosis,
As palms become pines,
“A”s become broader.
Sun becomes smokestacks,
Still,
We are all the same
In our deepest recesses,
Changed, but surviving still.
Natural beauty endures,
In this precious moment,
Transcending differences.
Seeing it again, after so long,
I am renewed,
And the journey continues,
Tiptoeing toward freedom, normalcy,
Tiptoeing,
One step, one mile, at a time.

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Poem: Who unmade the world?

Goodnow Mountain

A Mary Oliver poem begins “Who made the world?” and ends with the line “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” I wrote this poem in conversation with hers to express the complicated grief that comes with feeling the destruction of the wild, with seeing wild spaces within and without trampled and tamed.

It is meant to acknowledge that despair, while also reframing Oliver’s central question as a collective endeavor: What can we each do for wild places?

My poem, “The Last Place,” was published in the Explorer’s Club Spring Log.

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Monday, June 6, 2022

An ode to an Elder Tree

bob and charlotte hall at the elder tree

Editor’s note: Adirondack Explorer board member Charlotte Hall wrote this poem about Tree 103. Believed to be one of the tallest trees in the state, Tree 103 toppled in December 2021 after spending its life as part of a group of giant white pines known as “Elder’s Grove,” near Paul Smith’s College’s Visitor Information Center (VIC).

Charlotte (pictured here with her husband, Bob) read “Elder Tree” on a tour of the Elder Grove during Paul Smiths VIC’s Big Tree Festival in May.   Click here to watch Charlotte reading her poem

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Thursday, May 26, 2022

A butterfly, a poem

butterfly
Author’s note: My husband & I rescued some milkweed plants from a store dumpster and raised some Monarch butterflies from the Monarch caterpillars on them. The metamorphoses was amazing.  Hope we did some good for the world.  Made me think that butterflies and poets are much alike in their creative process and hence, this poem.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Poem: A Spring Rhyme

A Spring Rhyme

Along with Spring,

And things alive,

There comes something,

That can survive.

Hope there may be,

In shoots of green,

In every tree,

And verdant scene.

When ill winds blow,

Hope them away,

With loving hearts,

They cannot stay.

For better times,

And promise true,

This little rhyme,

Is sent to you.


Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Poem: Awaiting The Rain

Awaiting the Rain
Green Adirondack chairs,

Bleached by sun, arms touching,

Commiserate, await, relief for parched planks.

Trees sway, dip and bend in ancient dance,

Nature’s Code Talkers, communicating warning

To all who listen and see.

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