Hermit Thrush
am I sending
am I receiving
earth tunes tinkle
or really lighted
two tiny teeth
for all we know
could be lounging
eat my peanuts
wind in leaves
or in needles
come for shelter
insects are bright
did you notice
what has happened
now farther
or earlier
do not put
politics aside
in the silence
your voice is heard
practice the deep
clean listening
he chirps delight
sculpting the spaces
let me stay put
I might face this
studied insightful
debating places
flowering lichen
contingencies stay
around for awhile
why travel when
you can travel
star shaped flower
abundant reminder
dangerous delight
forces of blindness
places where speech
brightens the dark
too much feeling
or not enough
hummingbird feeder
or what you will
Jonathan Skinner
Bowdoinham, Maine
Here is a beautiful and emotional poem by Helen S. M. Tirone from Freedom Maine, she and Jan collaborated for the festival but I choose a poem that had not been illustrated because it is so beautiful and hauntingl....
the woods are still as death
every leaf that has fallen settled
as if it will never move again
not a breath of wind stirs
the copper colored floor
and dark hemlock boughs
stir without asking
through thick, gray silence
today they said the cancer
has spread again
the entire spine decaying
and I imagine the x-ray
the one they saw together
to look like the first fallen
snowflakes on wet black
rock in late November
a bird calls once, the stillness
broken like a stone through glass
and then again, and you think
you can not bear what follows
the emptiness of quiet
Helen S. M. Tirone
Freedom, MaineYou can see the exhibition of all of Jan's, Abbie's, Helen's and Jonathan"s work at Belfast Free Library...not sure how long it will be up, you may want to call first and check.
1 comment:
Beautiful poems & awesome artwork. Wonderful post!
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