Thursday, May 23, 2024

Poet's Corner

Poet's Corner: Autumn

Autumn visits us here today With all the leaves in disarray Green brown and orange there Scattering acorns in the air Swishing through the pile of leaves Getting them stuck on our sleeves Such fun this time of year With the...

The Hurricane Hush

By Stephanie R. Bryant Oh, Dear Father Time … he tells a terrific tale of “The Bravest Bird in Flight!” Who made his way in hurricane winds one late Northeastern night. The day was stirring of old...

Poet's Corner: Pond Poem

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swallows carried words slipping from my tongue swooping curves wingspans dive flapping speed no longer dissonant vowels falling consonants buzzing crickets zing eyes on heaven as letters plink like drizzle on an evening pond on high behold lovely chaos rains never wanting to say the unsaid or words sung at sundown a breeze...

Poet's Corner: A Tuesday evening in Edgartown

By Rachel Alpert A Tuesday evening in Edgartown Six chimes elude from the Old Whaling Church bells sonorously ringing in the evening overture. A guitarist crescendos on the Harbor View packed porch, each delicato pick and strum vibrates my...

Poet's Corner: Fair Wind

Fair Wind By Steve Ewing With hiked up trou a big smiling grin A smooth amblin gait his brown weathered skin Hailin’ from Cuttyhunk the last of the chain Grew up on seaweed pure salt in his veins Good with a boat sure in a...

Poet's Corner

Roots and Vines By Linda Bergeron Freedman Over the ocean they come by boat Some with jackets, some with coats They bike and hike and plan their day To forget their troubles far away The berries plum and berries blue Are...

Poetry Corner: Closing Time

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Last night, smoke, steak and wine. Up late — endless jokes about right women and wrong women This morning it's clear and cold. You cover the pontoon boat while I watch warblers blow away over the channel like yellow leaves In my hand, any one of...

Poets corner: Ocean Love

By Robert MacLean We walk in a daze of unconscious assumptions Oblivious of Divinity, assured of some whiteblack doom. We walk in projections, in mazes of our own making Separate from knowing our ocean origins — Those first miracle...

Poet's Corner

August Sounds A best thing about summer is having the windows open, hearing the outside in every room, breezes lightly wafting or humidity heavily settling. Everything feels connected; birds, stars, crickets, and moon Just when I’ve grown accustomed to the sounds, no longer...

The Poet's Corner: The Last Sail

As the sun shined through She squinted her eyes And waves came crashing As they said their goodbyes He boarded Blue Heaven Up went the sails They exited the harbor On came the gales Two days and three nights The heavens did pour Two...

A Gay Head Wedding

By Mark Foster No matter what the wind and weather At the wedding of the waters Sea and Sound they merge together. Since time immemorial, daughter, Girls and boys have gone together Out into the world’s wide pasture With no thought...

Sky-Fall

By Lenny Hall I saw a feather fall today It seemed to sing                     to dance                     to play upon the breeze of summer’s day its lightness and its freedom fly not from quill or wing on high but from the heart...

For All the Tides That Rise Above You

By Karen Skidmore I awoke to the echoes of a faded dream, An ecstasy that only my mind could scheme; Secretly wishing that it would mean An end to my crazy sorrow. And I ache as memories surround...

Mechanical Failure

By John Eisner if you can leave yourself just for a moment you will see them trotting thru glass held corridors they pull black bags on wheels moving only forward away from longing towards regret strangers to each other they laugh at misunderstood...

Cocktail Party

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I talked to an artist considered iconic Chatted with a friend who is always ironic Laughed a lot with a swarthy beauty Engaged in gossip, as if by duty Sipped a tall vodka laced with tonic Talked politics and...

Poet’s Corner: Appointments

By Barbara Peckham When we were young we’d go for weeks And nary a doctor we’d see. But now that our senior years have arrived Seems that hardly a moment is free. Appointments accumulate day after day — It’s hard...

My Stone

By Lenny Hall The peaceful countenance upon my face Came with the thoughts of my resting place — The locust trees, the peaceful shade, Is where my final bones were laid. The epitaph upon my stone Was at first glance...

Sign of Spring

By George Balco The creature stretches from his long, long nap, And smells the trees just oozing their sap. He sharpens his claws and practices his leap, So take care, you voles and birds. Do not peep. The grass...

Last Frost

The last frost of winter occurred last night although it is spring now. The warm dampness of yesterday, which felt like Florida air blown north, in the clear moonlit night turned to crystal and rime ice, coating every blade of...

Spring

wind whooshes and rattles up metal vents through walls crawl spaces halting silence hovers just above my head air thick around me back to my chimes sound before sun shimmer before day vibration before light still in the momentum of Spring Valerie Sonnenthal joined the Cleaveland House Poets...