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visual Verse— The Ripple Effects

Poetry Reading at MainStreet Bookends, Warner

December 2nd, 2pm

  

Join the John Hay Poetry Society and local Photographers for a reading of poetry and viewing of winning photos created for Visual Verse. Published by the Literary Arts Guild of the CFA in partnership with the Lake Sunapee Protective Association. Free and open to the public. 

Literary Publications and Readings

Visual Verse Poetry Reading and Photography

The second volume of Visual Verse, a book of poetry and photography published by the Literary Arts Guild of the Center for the Arts, Lake Sunapee Region and Lake Sunapee Protective Association.  

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Visual Verse

"Visual Verse" 

Art and Poetry inspired by The Fells 

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at Morgan Hill Bookstore, or at The Fells 

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2019 POETRY CONTEST

Celebrate National Poetry Month

Next Poetry Contest

Deadline March 15th, 2019


Local Poetry Contest Will Celebrate
National Poetry Month on Friday, April 5, 2019

 

The Literary Arts Guild of the Center for the Arts (CFA), Lake Sunapee Region, invites local-area poets and would-be poets of all ages to submit entries to its sixth annual contest in celebration of National Poetry Month. The theme for the contest will be, “The Courage to Create.” Deadline for submitting is March 15, 2019.  

Judged by poet Ala Khaki

2018 Winning Poems

A Communion with Nature with Dave Anderson April 2018

  

THE FOREST

 Molly VanVranken. New London NH
5th grade, Winner Elementary School
 

The forest
 is a mystical place

Where unicorns
And fairies fly
 

Where you are free
To imagine
And be at peace with the world.
 

The forest
Speaks to me through
It’s leaves and branches.
 

The forest
Protects me when it rains
It covers me so that
I’m not wet.

The forest
Is part of my
Soul and blood.
 

When I leave, the forest leaves.
When I go to school, the forest goes to school.

But at the end of the day
When I go to bed
The forest sleeps right next to me.
 

COMMUNION WITH NATURE
FOREST WALK

Clare McIntyre, Grantham NH
7th Grade, Winner Middle School
 

As I walk through the forest I am one with nature,
 

One with the birdsong that may sound chaotic, but if you listen closely you will find,
 

That it is a symphony of voices that fill the woods with meaning,
 

And as I walk through the many trees they talk to me, as I am one with them,
 

Telling me of the freezing winters where the frost crept over their bark,
 

And of the summers where the sun shone through their leaves,                                      
 

and cast a green light upon the ground,
 

The suns rays dance that are one with me, leaping off the water,   

and the mica in the rocks, 

then they twirl in the air and fill the sky with light,

the sky calls to the adventurous kind,

those who will stop at nothing to learn nature’s secrets,
 

The sky calls out to me as I walk through the forest.
 

PETRICHOR

Rhett Watts, Auburn, MA
First Place, Adult Category
 

Can there be ambition in the time of lilies
 

full on summer and me wanting
 

nothing more than to survey the yard?
 

Not inclined to be productive--
 

a hollow, mechanical word.
 

Off the clock, I slip into some burrow
 

and banked there, track a hummingbird,
 

tiny warrior. Emerald armor gleaming,
 

he attacks belled hosta blooms hung
 

from green towers. Scent of water on earth
 

and the back of my knees moist, I sit
 

in tree-time like the hemlock whose limbs
 

reach to stretch or praise. Lapsed,
 

my life is hidden as the stump cloaked
 

in weedy blankets on the property line.
 

 Ears fill with cicada rhythms--
 

droning Zen masters. I would flow like rain
 

 through the downspout hugging the house,
 

opening out where ground meets the grackle
 

who croaks his throaty name.
 

HOW TO LOVE THE EARTH

Jonathan Blake, West Brookfield MA
Second Place, Adult Category
 

Lie down with your shadow,
 

That long darkness that stretches
 

Across the yellow-gold of the newly
 

Mown hayfield. Breathe deep of that
 

Odor. Be patient and still.
 

Wait for the birds who will
 

Descend like a great dark cloud, who
 

Will cover you with their warmth,
 

Who will pick your house clean.
 

JANUS TRIPTYCH

Henry Walters, Dublin NH,

Third Place Adult Category
 

I
 

New Year's Eve, & who else quitting the city
 

homeward & dipped in darkness with me-
 

(each other' s counterfeits, but each alone)­
 

saw in their mirrors all at once the mink
 

over the concrete median spill like an eel
 

into our red brakelight & down the road
 

after us a beat or two till it juked,
 

black ripple across the rearview pool,
 

& hid itself, no explanation, like before?
 

II.
 

New Year ' s Day, late, no one else on the road
 

beside me, no one flooring it to  or from-
 

(those counterfeit directions, one & the same)­
 

saw into the headlights sudden & live
 

as wound or expletive the black eel-shape
 

over the waist-high median pour itself
 

as if a tiny weir in time gave way
 

& let, without explaining, all the beating
 

lifeblood out to fill the pools downstream.
 

III.
 

Once in a year, whatever the date or road,
 

road or river it wanders with & hugs-
 

(a milder night when frogs start up again
 

& rain reminds the tar of its first hot stink)­
 

then to spring your shadow into the living light,
 

dipped in your eel-black fur, across the grain
 

of men & action, no one' s counterfeit,
 

so low to the ground the ground in its sleek pelt
 

clings & cambers to you, turns where you turn.