Day 18 - T A X E S, ☑️ - I didn’t make it outside today, so here is one from the archives. Hidden water is all around us in these hills. This is the time of year I relish every errand, as I never know what corner will present an unexpected capture, a moment I’m so glad I doesn’t miss. Leaving the house once every two weeks to go to the store is surely resulting in some missed photo ops. So I am forced to return to my archives, with hopes I will have more to share than photos of rocks.
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Here is something else I never do: share the 1st edit of one verse of a fledgling poem, but what the hell, all bets are off these days.
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Water falls,
as do our tears.
Spring melts,
she turns streams to torrents
and signals the end of Winter.
The mountains wake up
sap flows and eagles nest.
There is promise in the mud,
with green peeking through.
Don’t give up on Summer,
and she won’t give up on you.
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National Poetry Month is NOT Cancelled - “April 1st is not a day for fools, or fishing. For me, it is the day that kicks off one of my favorite times of the year: an entire month dedicated to poetry. Often, I find myself writing new or editing older works, reading these works at an open mic or literary festival, and participating in local events that highlight Poetry”
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And so begins the latest blog, full version found at link above. Here is today’s poem:
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Layover at Penn Station
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I ate lunch in the sun,
just beyond
the shadow of two Great Ladies:
The Empire State Building
and the upturned chin
of a Lady Gaga Comes To Vegas billboard.
I feel better now, I am in New York.
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Leaving dark caves of tunnels and trains,
the Unforgiving Underground.
Like a miner returning home
to fields and family smiles,
I know in a little while
I will be greeted by the Hudson
and her companion,
The Catskill Mountains.
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And though I hail from Charm City,
just below the Mason Dixon -
these hills are my home.
This is where my true love lives.
where a fire waits to warm my toes
and my daughter greets with a screaming hello.
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Where the long awaited sun
eventually shines
on my maple covered backyard.
Where the coyotes sing me back towards the wild.
Where the shaded streams gleam
and music actually means something.
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© Rebecca Andre
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Image credit, Poets.org: The official April 2020 National Poetry Month poster features the artwork of Samantha Aikman, winner of this year's National Poetry Month Poster Contest for Students. Aikman's design was selected by judges Alison Bechdel, renowned cartoonist, and former U.S. Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera. It features the following line from the poem "Remember" by current U.S. Poet Laureate, Joy Harjo: “Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.”
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