Announcing Poultney Poetry Downtown!
Most of the poems are displayed at 188 Main Street in the windows of the Journal Press Building. A few are in the window at Williams True Value Hardware and a couple more are at Hermit Hill Books. Thanks to Bob Mitnik, Bob Williams and Patty McWilliams for placing this wonderful collection of poems in their storefront windows!
Visit the village of Poultney, take a stroll on Main Street, and enjoy reading the poems. Be sure to practice social distancing should a large crowd amass reading poetry at any one location. Be safe, allow space, and wait your turn. Poems will be on display the whole month of April and into early May. We will also contine to share poems here on our blog.
We invite the artists among us to respond to any of the poems with your own art: painting, drawing, sculpture, collage... any medium. Share your art with us by emailing us at firstname.lastname@example.org
Once the virus is behind us we can safely gather at SVA at Fox Hill for a live poetry reading and exhibit of the corresponding works of art. Meanwhile, stay safe, read poems, write poems, share poems, make art, be kind, and be well!
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." - Mary Oliver
Many thanks to the followinfg poets for their work and participation in this year's Poultney Poetry Downtown! We celebrate your voices and creativity!
Poultney Poetry Downtown 2020
"Spring Inventory" Pamela Ahlen
"Art That Time Sculpts" Pamela Ahlen
"On Hatred" B Amore
"The Days are Lost, Counting" B Amore
"Great Expectations" Marcia Angermann
"Early Morning Timbrels" Peggy Brightman
" From the Thicket" Peggy Brightman
"Red, White, and Blue?" Toby Bush
" Sugar Shack Squirrel" Toby Bush
"ALONG THE DOUBLE YELLOW" Vivina Ciolli
" WALK IN EARLY MORNING YARD" Vivina Ciolli
"Shameless Hymn" James Crews
"Free Day" James Crews
"Beckoning to Spring" Bob Eberth
"Dreamtime" Bob Eberth
"Dawn" Debby Franzoni
"His Silence" Debby Franzoni
"Parity" Alice Wolf Gilborn
"Dead of Night Dances Differently" Ruth Hamilton
"A View From The Bridge" Ruth Hamilton
"IN LOCO COLLEGIUM" Burnham Holmes
"POETRY MONTH OR THE CRUELEST MONTH—APRIL" Burnham Holmes
"Consequences" Wilma Ann Johnson
"Breaking Forth" Wilma Ann Johnson
"Princess Grace of Lake Sunapee" Luke Krueger
"Autumnal Burlesque" Luke Krueger
"Sarah's Moon" David Mook
"The Path of Poetry" David Mook
"Journey’s End" David Quesnel
"Hardscrabble Rural, a Poem" David Quesnel
"HIDDEN TREASURE" David Rynick
“D O W N sizing” Eileen Strickland-Holtham
“Childhood 1960’s” Eileen Strickland-Holtham
"The Turtle" Joyce Thomas
" Nocturne" Joyce Thomas
More Poems for National Poetry Month!
"By making us stop for a moment, poetry gives us an opportunity to think about ourselves
as human beings on this planet and what we mean to each other.” - Rita Dove
For my mother on her 90th birthday
A small boy walks home from school
alone, slowly shuffling and kicking at
stones along the way. Head down,
he evenly sees what has been cast aside;
appreciating that which is of no use.
Now and then, something shiny
catches his eye: a colorful bottle cap,
a soda can flattened by a passing car,
an especially round stone. He stops
and stoops to examine more closely,
forgetting for a moment, his destination.
What intrigues him still, he picks up
and carries home for presentation
to his waiting mother. She greets
his little bits of the world as the treasures
they now are and praises him
for his careful eyes and tender heart.
Her delight with him and his world
becomes the treasure that guides
and sustains him across oceans
and decades as he walks
the many roads of his life.
By David Rynick
Celebrate National Poetry Month with SVA!
To start off the month long poetry celebration, we share a poem from our own David Mook. Enjoy!
"I have nothing to say/ and I am saying it/ and that is poetry/ as I need it." - John Cage
The Path of Poetry
My shadow tells me there is light,
and so then, all morning, I follow it.
Finally, a high-noon moment of clarity,
truth, always there right under my feet.
But truth cannot save me. Confusion,
like my shadow, has a mind of its own
and soon returns. No rest, it seems eager
to reach out and join the coming darkness.
And so it often goes with writing poems.
You lay down a path of broken lines
and follow them down the page,
trying to say the unsayable.
Just when you think you've got it,
you realize that another line, a next
word even, will obscure all meaning.
And still, you cannot help yourself.
So you arrive back where you started
only to discover that while you were gone
nothing changed, yet everything is different.
The end is always a good place to begin again.
By David Mook - Poultney, VT
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