Wind and wavesso in love with the Earththey can’t keepthemselves from returningto the shore Over and over –sand is bornscouring away the hoursof each day, eitherplanned or erratic No angle of reposecan hold backour wearing away. Erin Rosenthal, Woodbury This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry[Read More…]
Poetry
Verse-Village Poem
In this town that we call home,we are never, ever all alone. In times of joy, we celebrate,in times of sorrow, we congregate,to hug, to love, support and help. You’re never alone or by yourself. A familiar face, a happy place,they can be found on any day. If you’re feeling[Read More…]
Awakenings
This gentle depressionwas little more thana sag and slump untilthe torrentials of Aprilswelled this hollow intoa pond. Now, bulbousand gelatinous massesof shimmering silvereggs cling to submergedbranches. Tomorrow, a redeft will flame from thispool, orange shockinginto this tawny land. Tomorrow, a wood frogwill intone into evening,a cardinal croak, refillingour saturated world.[Read More…]
The Mountains Remember Me
(A love letter to Vermont, from a Hardwick girl holding still for a moment before the world pulls again.) My life has never followed a straight line. It bent. It wandered. Still, it brought me back. Not by accident. Vermont called me home. In the Northeast Kingdom, the land does[Read More…]
Colors
Looking out the windowon a sunny February day,the white snow in the yard blinds me.Eyes lift and I sink into the deep darknessOf the woods beyond. Then… pulled back by stripey, brown-winged birds at the feeder,I remember the red of the cardinalwho visits from time to time,and thrill at the yellow[Read More…]
Tumult and tenderness
SHELBURNE – I am finding tenderness amid the tumult in today’s world. Neighbors are helping neighbors. Federally defunded social profits are collaborating. Strangers in countries at war with each other are coming together to grieve and heal together. They occasionally make the news. This is a tender time of year[Read More…]
Poetry slam at Jeudevine
A Verse a Day
A verse a daykeeps the doctor at playwith patients who sufferPlay Deficit Disorder.Poems provoke reflectionAnd ward off infectionby the day’s newsand evening blues.No known negative side effects. Trish Passmore Ally, Greensboro This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
The Season of Being
I glide my sandaled feet over cool fescue grassthat is recently dappled with crimson maple leavesas I ponder if I am feeling the correct amount of gratitude.Appreciation is fleetingif I allow the assassins of peace to redirect my interest.Am I looking for something I will always want?My overgrown garden craves[Read More…]
Chocolate and Wafer
KitKat, oh KitKat,Where art thou thee?So sweet and delicious,So chocolatey and non-nutritious! You bring joy and loveWith your chocolate and wafer.Now, let me eat you!In my stomach you will be safer. From Halloween to EasterTo Christmas break.Let’s stop and enjoy a KitKatFor goodness sake! Aiden Baker, Hardwick This poem was[Read More…]
I Grew You Sunflowers
Today I brought you sunflowers, the ones I grew just for you.As I planted them, and watched them grow,the memories of you began to show. I remember meeting you years ago—a bouncing, beautiful little girl with so much to show.The sunflowers grew, just as you did,reminding me of prom, graduation,[Read More…]
Reality
No judge. No jury. No trial.Put him on the ground.Shoot him.He’s dead. Ross Connelly, Hardwick This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
