“Ring Out, Wild Bells” is a poem written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson in the year of 1850, when he was appointed by Queen Victoria as England’s Poet Laureate. It was customary at the time to ring bells at full circle, a full arc, to mark the passing of the year.[Read More…]
Poetry
Words Out Loud series begins Sept. 14
CALAIS – “Words Out Loud,” Sunday afternoon fall reading series, returns as part of event offerings for Art at the Kent’s exhibit, “Holding,” at the Kents’ Corner State Historic Site. “Words Out Loud: Knowing by Heart,” features six Vermont authors, two on each of three Sundays in September. On September 14, author[Read More…]
Sacramental Space
Up here north, in verdant friend Vermont,as today’s dawn seeped in,I walked our grassy, backyard labyrinth,as mowed upon our mound.Deep thanks rose up—and now recur—for her who fashioned such a sacramental space,and shares this brickless, green cathedral(and that of her life) each day with me.When the labyrinth path led me[Read More…]
Aspenhurst
1.Blessed indeedIs the waterOf Caspian Lake,Where the ripplesBlown by a gentle windCarry the softFragrance of snow. 2.On warm summer’s day,Let us cast off our clothesAnd cover our weary skinIn the clear cool waterOf long melted winter. 3.On a sunny July evening,Let us peel potatoesAnd shuck ears of cornIn preparation for[Read More…]
Poets Read From Recent Publications, Aug. 3
ST. JOHNSBURY − Vermont poets Scudder Parker and Angela Patten will read from their recent books of poetry On Sunday, August 3 at 3 p.m., in the Art Gallery of the St. Johnsbury Athenaeum. Parker grew up on a family farm in North Danville. He’s been a Protestant minister, state[Read More…]
Densmore Poems, New Poems at Trails
HARDWICK − A new set of poems is posted along the Green Trail including those of Victor Densmore of Hardwick. He has written two of them and wrote the first poem about the Trails for their dedication 22 years ago. Densmore is a lifelong Vermonter, coming to a small Hardwick[Read More…]
Verse-Village Haiku
write a tight, terse verse philosophically rich haiku you do it?? Norma Wiesen, Hardwick This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
Haiku for Turmeric Lattes
Your sweet golden warmth Earthy essence offers peace May we all be free Sarah Eve Woodbury This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
Gold Blossoms
Gold blossoms alight crowns frosted with lusterHer heart is in lust with hope he would trust her He fidgets with kisses and listens to wishesTrue love can grow when targets have missesImperfections bring gifts well stocked with instructionPerfection is glimpsed soon after destructionSo much is said when choosing to hearGold[Read More…]
S (AGE) ADVICE
Age (or years you lived) is just a number, when focused on, warps the mind. And after much use, memories fade, recede, or let go, so please be kind. While young, use your time wisely to run, play, learn— be forever a child. Enjoy your surroundings, keep busy, help others,[Read More…]
If Matter is Made of Perception, What World Wants to Become?
A spiraling, dancing, perplexing world Deeply sensing, exploring every corner and crevice With pleasure and play, opening and blossoming to the unfurling potential In sincerity & reverence, in wonder & amazement at the truth of this beauty This sacred, holy, ever-changing wild, alive mystery Caressed and held with tender hands,[Read More…]
The Window Above Bruno’s
It is still there, in evening’s dusk of a late August, the second-floor window where my friend’s father would sit to watch the Summers’ Street roll out its tableaux vivants of un-staged occurrences. The window is always dark yet frames the memory of his face lit by the dimness of a fifty’s street lamp. I’ve found a[Read More…]
