Poetry of the Wild

Poetry of the Wild

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Bank Square Bookstore

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Autumn by Mili Ebbin At dusk doing a walkabout I saw that overnight the tiny bead buds of the asters had suddenly and brilliantly become white stars bursting forth glowing in the dark in the still corner where fall begins Especially For Me. [/col] Poetry box and poem by …

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High Street Gallery

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] The Butterfly Box, The Butterfly House by Sadie Davidson DeVore Pollen, nectar. Purple flowers, yellow flowers Minerals, salts, Consumption. Male to female sugars. Energy, tree sap. Anglewings, emperors, Leafwings, wood nymphs. Pink flowers, yellow flowers. Fruits, birds, water puddling. Sand patches, Butterfly bushes. White flowers, blue flowers, red flowers. …

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Mystic-Noank Library

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Natural Belonging by Carol A. Watson Spirit of place is that force that whispers out loud, “Here I am. See me. Feel my pull. Inhale deeply and know my essence.” It is the towheaded grasses that sway and bow brushed by earth’s exhalations, ledge and stone silent and enduring …

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Mystic Drawbridge Ice Cream Store

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Happiness by Michael Gore I climbed up the pole to the osprey nest, mostly just to satisfy my own curiosity. I’d only ever seen them from below, or from a distance, nestled as they often are in marshy areas. I figured, nobody’s home, no time like the present. I …

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Haley Farm Box

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] The House By Lili Kane The house was yellow like a bee gliding gracefully caressing the flower petals, not a thought in her mind. Make Produce Repeat Constant buzz   The house was blue like the sea Whoosha White froth builds up like a building Brick by brick Brick …

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Ocean Beach Park 2

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] That Last Summer by Jose B. Gonzalez my family hanging on to El Salvador time, summer mornings my father would strip off our bed sheets at six O’clock, wanting to avoid losing out on one of Ocean Beach Park’s picnic tables, so much was right then. I swam in …

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Hygienic Art Center

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Earthmother’s Daughter by Nancy Brady Cunningham Persephone pushes against the dirt ceiling her stonebones creak she claws up through frozen land endless waiting over she drags her body across earthcrust edge gulps soft air coming into full light she squints as colors leak into mirror ponds where green reflections …

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New London Public Library Entrance

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Gifts by Lana Orphanides   Along the pathway of yellow grasses the blue river lightly hanging on the sky, I search for secret things, a bright winged bird who flies then isn’t, as if it never were, the great blue heron sitting in the barren tree disguised as branch …

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Public Library Box

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col][col grid=”2-1″] Come, said my Soul by Walt Whitman Come, said my Soul Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after death invisibly return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, …

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Mitchell College Beach

[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] “To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents …

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