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POETRY CONNECTION!


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January brings new beginnings, looking back and bringing the learnings forward, creating resolutions and plans for change.  It's also a time to go deep within, as the winter slows down our bodies and keeps us physically inside our homes.  I've asked the poets to speak about resolutions, new beginnings, starting over and passing on what they've learned.   


Lorraine Hart has shared a bit of her process, which I include, before her poem:

"I felt a drumbeat as I wrote, hence the rhyming, chanting feel of this piece.  I had the start of it for awhile, but needed to feel it cook naturally, when I could re-enter the rhythm, and give it its ceremony.  The years come as circles, like a necklace or bracelet, and New Year's Eve is the fastener, the ceremony that connects our cycles".

The Fastening of Years

Stir up the fire,
stir up the seasons,
stir the words up
with rhyme and reason.

Watch the smoke,
watch as flames rise,
watch stars shoot
across indigo skies.

Howl at the moon,
howl out my yearning
howl at the bones
of the old ones, burning.

Feel for an end held
inside my beginning,
feel an infinite love,
and all its forgiving.

Honour what's gone,
honour what's just begun,
honour my heart, and dreams 
that have yet to come.

Honour what's gone,
honour what's just begun,
honour my heart, and dreams
that have yet to come.

Honour my heart, and dreams
that have yet to come.

Stir up the fire.

     Lorraine Hart

And, Linda Whaley, who wrote about her sister in a succinct poem about memory loss, speaks about the title:  "Tink, which is Knit spelled backwards. It is for unknitting when you make a mistake so you can start over."

Tink 

Today as we talked
I listened to you lose the thread,
Add more stitches,
Inventing new patterns
In stories I know the details of
And my heart broke.

     Linda Whaley 



A New Day

The door 
Is still open
For grace 
To return

Like the beauty
Of Autumn leaves
Drifting from trees
Surreally beautiful

Waiting for winter’s 
White snow
Angels 
Falling

Into a new year
And a child sleeping 
With the dream
Of grace dancing 

     Dale Goodvin
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Commons Use

What do we want to See?

 

In the Church of all Saints and 

the Church of all Sinners

pick your favorite number

as all of us are winners.

 

Look into the mirror

no one there to blame

are we all more alike

letting go of fear and shame?

 

 

We say we have a restless soul

as our plans become unglued

as we cry to holy mother─father

loving me is loving you.

 

Deep inside the story

is our wounding all the same

will forgiveness begin to free us

beside the violet flame?

 

The Church of all Saints and Sinners

is a real place in time

where all are invited to heal 

all are beautiful and divine.


     Mokasiya

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SETTLE-MENTARY

Her faulty shovel digs fools gold

And the white picket fence is too hard to keep clean

Till death do us part impossibly long.

Her marriage a merger

The mirage but a mirror

Reflecting tears where the stars 

in her eyes use to shine

The dust of nuclear family fall out

Settles

on scrambled empty nest egg

Should she cash in her meal ticket for an

Endless line up at the all you can eat buffet?

Or pawn her ring for a flight somewhere warm,

new boots or maybe a Bengal cat

She can’t decide. 

Maybe once she’s climbed Mt.Laundry

The answer will reside on the other side.

     Carrie Schiffler


Christmas Eve


The Moon nestled 

in egyptian blue;

Orion chasing Pleiades

with Sirius close behind.

The ancients on winter track

as we follow in the snow,

our memories softened

by the night of forgiveness

coming upon the earth,

the poverty of the stable

reminder of the great love

that holds us to the stars.

     Don Hynes

www.donhynes.com



 


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FOREVER

 

we

were

wed.

 

welded together,

moving as one,

hand-in-hand,

side-by-side,

serene, content.

 

the paths we wore 

grew deep,

then…deeper.

 

now, 

in silent isolation

we continue

side  - by -  side

but,    no  longer

hand  -  in  -  hand

    afraid to touch           it hurts to try.

      so we go                 on and on

like boats                    adrift...  

    side - by – side                         side - by - side

  all alone, yet                            tied together

alone together                                together alone

for                now.

forever?


 Carolyn Wiley

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