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Dawn Potter: Island Weather
Outside, in the sodden dark, the maples
rustle in a switchback wind.
I lie alone, restless and ungrateful,
too aware of my skin,
hot and cold, hot and cold, legs tangled
in the humid sheets. Into the room,
austere as plainsong, drifts an angle
of street-shadow, quivering blue on blue.
All night, the storm rattles on vents and panes,
on slow cars sluicing up the narrow hill,
their headlights painting streaks of rain
on my pale window, and still
the torrent comes faster, faster—bluster, leak,
and squall. Frame shakes, glass moans.
How dim my heartbeat feels, how meek.
Once, I lined the sill with stones
stolen from the sea.
Washed up. Washed down. Debris.
Copyright 2021 Dawn Potter.
Dawn Potter’s many books include Chestnut Ridge (Deerbrook, 2019). She directs the Frost Place Conference on Poetry and Teaching, held each summer at Robert Frost’s home in Franconia, New Hampshire.
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The town was silent on that night
The snow was falling down
The only soul who walked around
An orphan child so slight
He huddled in a lonely nell
Beneath a stained and rusted bell
Above his head all hid by moss
Someone these words had carved
Christmas comes but once a year
Bringing peace to all good cheer
May it last us everyday
Ring the Christmas Bell
From The Christmas Bell, a song by rick kunz
Seasons Greetings
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What a lovely song, Rick. Thank you!
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Hi Dawn
Another great job at capturing the aura of a setting. Your poem made me think of when one is lying in bed alone with their thoughts, a moment without escape, a place with nowhere to hide.
On my first night in basic training about 100 or so of us were tucked into in a large room filled with bunkbeds. During the day, we were 100 boisterous young men able to put up a strong front. With the lights out, everyone was alone, many away from home for the first time. We all fell asleep listening to a few softly crying — future warriors with a long journey before them.
I think echoes of that experience lingered in my mind and shaped my thoughts when I wrote the song, In The Night. The first verse is as follows:
There in the night
When you reach out for someone
Who will you find?
Will there be someone there?
Deep in the dark when your thoughts
Turn to someone
What have you done so that someone
Is there?
There is having someone and there is becoming someone. Both efforts need occur simultaneously. Failure to do either will result in an incomplete human being. Both often occur In The Night as we sometimes lie alone, restless and ungrateful.
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Thanks for the lovely lyric, Rick.
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Love the stormy rhythm and rhyme. Thank you
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“stormy rhythm” — great phrase, Barb!
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