Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

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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Monday, September 7, 2020

Poetry: Eleventh Mountain

Eleventh Mountain

Yellow coffee can lids
nailed to trees through
gray duct tape squares
A worn path through ferns
vanishes in forest duff
Now and then a cut blaze
or rarely rock cairns
The way is not difficult
for those who have
no preferences

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Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Poetry: Survivalist Wife or “How Much Am I Worth?

Survivalist Wife or “How Much Am I Worth?

So this is me in Survivalist Mode,

I’m “Everywoman” in my abode,

From dawn ’till dusk just like a machine,

Keeping family safe while in quarantine.

Thank God I’m a nurse, it helps so much,

When managing meds, flu vaccines and such.

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Monday, August 10, 2020

Poetry: Center

Center

Tiny circle,

Center,

Living in us all,

Outlined in hopes and dreams,

Called by infinite names

Known well, by each keeper.

Tiny circle,

Now shot through with arrows,

Begs mending of its torn edges,

Begs smoothing of the marksman’s ravaging.

Tiny circle,

Center,

Living in us all,

Hold tightly to its clarity and peace,

Like a lake reflecting the sun’s path.

Think of wholeness.  Of wounds that heal.

Shore up the tiny circle,

Bright circle of promise,

That still lives,

In us all.

 

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Saturday, August 1, 2020

Poetry: Adirondack August

Adirondack August

Cutting wood and carrying water
Mind empty with no effort
Nearly stepped in the spring
I hum all day and no repetition
Wind soughs through fir balsams
Night silence so thick I hear it
Can’t keep things straight
Stars don’t seem to mind

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Thursday, July 30, 2020

Poetry: Tiny Circle

Tiny Circle

Take photos
Of beauty that exists,
Despite worldly ills and evils.

Preserve the image
Of what is,
Of what was given.

The beams from a lighthouse, reach out
To capture hue, light-play, texture,
Of the moving ocean,
As though trapping it in a fragile bottle
For one tenuous, exquisite moment.
The lens of an eye, like one of glass,
Remembers.

Quickly, jot down a thought
Before it is lost
In a sullen mist.

Quickly, etch a memory
Before it wafts away
In crashing waves.

Quickly, write it all
On the head of a pin,
And hope upon hope
That someone will read about
The beauty that was..Someday.

 

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Saturday, July 11, 2020

Poetry: Daisy Chains

Daisy Chains

Please peek you out, my fairy friend,

From that hiding place of leaves.

Under the buttercups you dance,

Beneath the age old eaves.

Bells of bright petals wreath your hair,

And ferns hem your lacy dress.

Twin fawns kiss you with their warm breath,

While doe kneels down to bless.

In childhood did you come to me,

And brushed away all the tears.

We laughed and skipped with fireflies,

To notes just we could hear.

I never told a soul about,

Our gold and glorious days.

With mauve-lit dells and make believe,

Those things a child would say.

I search and try to seek you out,

Let us weave more daisy chains.

Remember me… I have not changed,

And take my hand again.


Saturday, July 4, 2020

Poetry: In-Tent Desire

In-Tent Desire

Cushioning softness
your warm belly
The Buddha
gave this up for
thin straw mats
on bare floors
whatever ground
of our being being
Who knows what other
folly might well indwell
that Eightfold Path?

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Saturday, June 27, 2020

Poetry: Summit

Summit

Wind dances atop
Crane Mountain
blowing sideways
No mosquitoes
fewer deerflies
No sweat beads
bud on face or neck
as the trail dries too
Nature balances
costs and benefits.

Read More Poems From The Adirondack Almanack HERE.