Poet’s Corner
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Poet’s corner: Blue mists of winter
When I look for wisdom tonight/ I find aphorism in the mountain’s white ridge,/ shining in moonlight like a possible/ future to have faith in.
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Poet’s corner: An autumn radiance
I’ve always admired poems that take the mundane events of our lives and imbue them with a luster that lingers nearby, but that often goes unnoticed.
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Poet’s Corner: To have traced the tracks…
Did I dream when we were young and full of hope, we’d always dance all night, work all day without a sign of weariness?
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Poet’s corner: Cosmic streams and mountain dreams
THROUGH THE WILDERNESS by Toussaint St. Negritude Through the wilderness of my freedom through territories uncharted for corporate consumption through cogent dreams and cosmic streams I have climbed…
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Poet’s corner: That plaintive call
Late August There is this; the evening falls soonerin late August.In late August there is a chillonce the sun has lowered.The scent of the grasses is burnished,the pleas of…
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Poet’s corner: A wild togetherness
TWO PIECES OF DRIFTWOODLet them find us, years from now, washed of color, eased of burden, elegantly perched side-by-side: Two pieces of driftwood at rest in the high…
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Poet’s corner: Small victories
OlderBy John Mahoney He used to be a lector,Today he could not walk the steps to the ambo.He used to work the clubhouse,In exchange for walking the fairways. The grocery…
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Poet’s Corner: The Life At Our Feet
Garden ~ April, 2020By Arlene Iris Distler Tugging at weeds on my kneesthe daylily bed, soil level,about to aim my trowelat a clump of pointed spearscradle of gold and…
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Poet’s corner: Where moonlight finds you
How Difficult is It? I wouldn’t have guessed you’d love this form. And take it back into a cell’s darkness. Even the super moon can’t reach you.…
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Poetry: Life under a tiny roof, in the rain
The Usefulness of an Umbrella Few care about this ordinariness that spends summer days in the back of closets until a chiller wind whips in squalls and out…
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This month in poetry: Words through the darkness
Excerpted from September 1, 1939 By W.H. Auden All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the…
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Poet’s Corner: A story of home
Recognize By Scudder Parker He stands by the rock wall and roses, stares across the valley at Northfield hills. Sometimes, it seems, he just comes to cry. …
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This month in poetry: A cool autumn falling
Even Now Even now, the lion sculpture at Frog Hollow, the one made of so many old metal washers, shines as best it can in the subdued…
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Poet’s Corner: An unexpected music
Unlocking But it is not always quiet here. Things go on while we sleep the sleep of soldiers. Ancient branches crack and splinter into dust. Large wings snap…
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Poet’s Corner: A song for winter
Winter’s Delicate Solitude This is the closing-in time of year: The weary earth rests, leans back and retires; Pine-quilted hills guard the brink of the world, Horizons…
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Poet’s Corner: Into the depths of winter
Winter Solstice The dry rustle of leaves is what I remember, and the lateness of the hour — moon yet to appear. Something ending, something about to…