Time for some poems that have been waiting to be posted. Ellen Mass had to be convinced that this poem, The Good Life, was hers. Ellen's returned to Cambridge now that summer's gone.
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| Ellen Mass |
The Good Life
Grant each other peace
Weave our lives together
Notice another's dilemma
Produce for the Commons
Appreciate loved ones
Love beauty
Make beauty
Create art for beauty
Block wrong/bad energy/hatred
Invent new ways to give and cope
Understand human beings, creatures
Learn right way every day
Recognize history
Accept to work with good/bad reality
Choose good mental and physical habits
Lie in the sun
Watch the moon and stars
Be part of it
Spider webs have answers for you
Wolf families do too
Accept every life's pain and sadness
Marvel at butterflies
Watch nature closely every day
Fight injustice
Care for your body
Volunteer for good causes
Say no as easily as yes
Eat well for everyone.
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And here's a poem Adrien wrote in meeting/workshop, September 22 -- last day of summer or first day of fall?
Poetry Workshop 9/22/21
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| Adrien Helm |
We were like
cherries in a blue bowl
Shouldering each
others’ curves,
Turning upward to
claim our moment’s
Undivided
attention. Red as we read,
Modulating breath,
curling tongue
Against teeth’s
back.
Exhaling the poem
into air electric
With anticipation
and appreciation,
Vowels round wound
around us
Cherries, in a
blue bowl.
AWH/9/22/21
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| Eileen Kennedy |
I.
I’ve forgotten how to write poetry,
but today in a large open field
walking slowly around the path
cut into wildflowers
I realize it is poetry that is
the last tether to what is real
All that I see in nature now
begins to feel like
a last postcard
Then, as I circle round
I see 2 Monarch butterflies!
Like a child, I watch them
a long, long time
I know I may not see 2 more
next fall
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I see the damp blonde curls
falling from my forehead
I was a girl once
The Milky Way was there every night
The milkman came in the morning
Things circled back then
Newport, Vermont
September 5, 2021
