Poets Judy Feinstein, Jim Donnelly & Ted Bookey will read from their poetry
May 24, 2013, 7 pm at the Harlow Gallery, 160 Water Street in Hallowell. Light refreshments served. Suggested contribution: $3.00. For further information call Ted Bookey at 685-3636.
Here’s a sampler to whet your appetite:
Passing Storm — Judy Feinstein
Clouds come in—
Building, spreading, darkening,
to fill the sky.
The wind picks up and with one last, slow push, the rain starts:
A few drops at first and then with a rush,
sounds of rain, wind, leaves moving on trees, all together
in one upstoppable, unmistakable show of power—
next the crack of lightening, the roll of thunder.
coming in from the northwest.
The storm stays awhile, loudly, then moves off.
Birds start calling as the rain lets up—insistent. Rapid chirps, not songs—
Everyone all right? I imagine they ask. Are you still there?
As the storm recedes they are quiet again, and then
The clouds lift, sun breaks through and the singing starts.
So it was with losing you —
When the sky cleared I could see
we’d lost each other.
Untitled — Jim Donnelly
A country should be a place you could walk
End to end in a day. Luxembourg is one.
Mm Brooklyn. You could hitch, drive or walk
America like Kerouac did but never know
Her or look her in her eyes. I want a plot of ground
To call my country. I want to run an old
Work shirt up a pole and call it a flag.
Losing It — Ted Bookey
You win some, lose some—
Lose some winsomeness
Down the drain with
Sum of teeth & hair
That look of young
Your time to use or lose it lost
Lost your way along the way
Thrown for a loss you lost
All sense of what you lost
And found you had
Became a see–er & unseen
You got lost in thought
Lost train & track of
Everything you think
You thought & think:
No time left for you to lose
You’d try to find but knew
How again you’d only gain
One more thing for you
To lose anew
You are completely at a loss for words
If your loss wasn’t screwed on tight
I bet you’d lose that too
You’d be at a total …