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WINTONBURY POETRY SERIES & OPEN MIC

 

2015 SPRING SCHEDULE

"Exploring Poetry, Together"

Poetry Reading Series and Open Mic runs monthly
October - April, third Thursdays, 7:00 P.M.

 

Held at the P. Faith McMahon Wintonbury Library

1015 Blue Hills Ave, Bloomfield, CT
860-242-0041

 

Spark your creativity, make connections, and share the
gift of poetry! We offer readings by notable poets and a
warm, supportive atmosphere for sharing your own work!

 


Janet Aalfs

"A Blend of Poetry and Dance Movement"
Thursday, February 19, 7:00 PM

Featuring Janet Aalfs

Janet Aalfs is a poet, dancer, and martial arts master who interweaves all of these talents into one mesmerizing performance. She was named poet laureate of Northampton, MA (2003-2005). Her writing has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including A Fierce Brightness: 25 Years of Women's Poetry.

 

 


"Radio Play, Ballad Lyrics, and Poetry"

Thursday, March 19, 7:00 PM

Featuring Rafael Oses

Rafael Oses received an artist grant from the Connecticut Commission on the Arts and was a MacDowell Colony fellow in 2002. His book-length narrative poem, "The Night Pharaoh" was published in 2010. He authored a radio play, "Violet Enlightens" which has been broadcast both in the U.S. and internationally, as far away as in Cape Town, South Africa. His poem, "Balada", set for piano and guitar, was premiered at the Centro Cultural Conde Duque in Madrid, Spain in 2007. He has taught at Wesleyan and at the Greater Hartford Academy for the Arts.
 

 


Margaret Gibson


"Honored Guest for National Poetry Month"

Thursday, April 16, 7:00 PM

Featuring Margaret Gibson

Margaret Gibson is the author of 11 books of poetry, most recently, Broken Cup, a great love story that deals with the experience of coping with her husband's Alzheimer's disease. Her book, The Vigil, was a Finalist for the National Book Award in Poetry. Poems from Broken Cup are being reprinted in Tricycle Magazine and Care Advantage and her work has been read on Garrison Keillor's the Poet's Almanac. She is Professor Emerita, University of Connecticut.
 

 

Poetry Sharing Page


Submissions for our Poetry Sharing Page will be reviewed for posting by Marilyn Johnston, coordinator of the Wintonbury Poetry & Open MIC program.

 

Postings will not appear immediately. Submissions can be received by Marilyn via CD or floppy, or by sending an e-mail to: marilynjohnston2003@yahoo.com. Submit up to 3 one-page poems for consideration.
 

 



Favorites


Matter-of-factly,
Fiona declares yellow
Is her favorite color, but adds,
"Blue is the largest color."
As though it was
Something anyone would know.

But, like any great fact,
It is mutable,
Because the next day,
She says equally
Firm and sure,
"Brown is the largest color."

She is hard to argue with,
Her daily faith is unshaken
And unshakeable.
God bless a three year old's certainty.

And I do
For certainty is scarce.
It is sacred.

And largeness,
The measure of quotidian blessings,
Is the only pool of faith
I would ever want to swim in.

by Steve Sledzik

(posted 2-18-15)
 

Soaring to Stratospheric Heights With The Huskies


The best three-point-shooter ever in woman's
collegiate basketball--like a dart to a magnetic board,
the arc, so far, so true, nestling smoothly, home into hoop!

The shortest player on the court, also, the fastest,
the fierce, fiery, little point-guard, running so fast,
you can hardly believe your eyes,
the tall, bright, junior, with the huge wing-span,
the one Geno has molded into a fighter and a leader--
fun to watch her excel now so consistently!

Said Cousin Dan," I don't think I ever saw a whole team play
like that for almost the entire game!"

Yahoo, now, number one!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 2-18-15)
 

"Without Melody and Poetry, There Would Be
Only Sobs and Groans"

There is rapture in the melody of life.
There is human caring, a delicate flowering
which ultimately manages to survive,
if we are open to its resonance.
Don't ever flip off its sound;
soar with it where serenity lives,
in that music that's been heavenly orchestrated!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 1-20-15)
 

Sam's Mannequin Store

Welcome to Sam's
Mannequin store
where you can get
Smiling faces and more
Graceful legs
And graceful arms
Eyes that see
With frozen charms
They stand straight
Elegant and tall
Ready for the clothes
That we buy for us all
So Sam's mannequins stand alone
Or sometimes as two or three
But they always strike a quiet pose
Tall and elegant and always free

by Robert Augustin Regnier

(posted 12-12-14)

 

Heaven With Land-Mines

You're now entering the world
of love.
Breathe in the cologne-scented air,
but, beware!
It's heady; may choke you.
The aura is grand, initially.
But, soon, you are made aware the lovely land
has land-mines scattered everywhere.
Be careful;
You want to plunge ahead,
but, be oh so--wary.

Try to change direction;
the heady scent pulls you forward.
To heaven or hell?
You can't make up your mind.

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 12-12-14)
 

Be kinder than necessary...

Did that driver just cut you off in traffic?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
And
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle

Is your neighbor being disrespectful?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
And
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle.

Was the salesclerk rude to you today?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
And
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle


Is a co-worker making your life difficult?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
And
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle


Your siblings getting on your nerves?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
And
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle

by Bev George

(posted 11-19-14)

 

No Baseball Tonight, So I
Grabbed A Bat, of Sorts

Audience-less, I step to
the plate, wagging my wooden wand.

'It's dark and late', say you, but I reply,
"That's the time the balls fly far.'

Dark is the creative person's mecca,
inner weather conditions perfect for travel.

The time when a poet zeroes in, using his or her
inner ear to swing freely.
No telling how high the object will ascend!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 11-19-14)

 

So Much to Worry Over,
Still, Remnants To Savor


We may play our games under the shadow of doom.
Still, let the games be good ones until the whistle blows.
Why deem it silly to find joy in the trivial.?
Whatever we use to fill up our hearts with hope will do.

Let's not scoff at anyone else's dreams, even if seemingly
unlikely to attain.

Ride that rocking-horse.

If it quickens your heart-beat, let your face flush,
as the finish-line comes into view!

SOMEONE will have to be the winner; why not you?

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 10-17-14)

 

Solitude: Tonight, So Easy to Digest

It's a feeling of carrying my intimates within
my heart tonight, they dwelling down the hall,
or two hundred miles away.
As the sweet music drifts over my
hunkered-down form, versing away
at will, it seems not so bad to be here,
to be the poet, laboring with love,
harboring in her heart soft warmth
for the many.

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 9-17-14)



When only a poem will do.

Sometimes, we need to
"Speak our mind"
These are the times
When only a poem will do.
Sometimes , a single word might not suffice.
These are the times
When only a poem will do.
Sometimes , what we have to say might not be nice
These are the times
When only a poem will do.
Sometimes we have to "bite our tongue".
These are the times
When only a poem will do.
And
Sometimes we might not know how to say "I love you".
These are the times
When only a poem will do.

by Bev George

(posted 9-5-14)

 

At One A.M., I Write On

The Accountants, and such, may drudge
through a long, hard day, but, for a poet,
with mind alive, her craft must be plied often
through, till dawn.
And, that am I, a working poet, wages paid
seeing that fruit of my long labor, splash down
on the waiting page.

The over-coming of all strife and pain,
that pure elan of creating and enthusing:
Yes, it was worth the aftermath of being stretched out
by my own ideas, my hand clasped in the one of
my higher power...

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 9-5-14)

 

"Fresh-Cut Flowers Are Poetry"

Fresh-cut flowers can pierce our hearts.
Every wisp of insight flitting by must be scooped up before
it has landed in the gaping void.
As we age, such insights flit away,
like a dream you'd had the night before.
Write it down, right then.
Before it's lost.
Quite lost, as is your youth!
Tend your softening mind, tend your fragile blossoms..
Feed them love!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 7-21-14)

 

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