Appalachia - Hello Poetry

Feb 2015

Chuck

Obtuse

Many of us intellectual poets
Mock the idea of people not reading
Why, just lately, I read novels about hiking the Appalachian Trail
And several books about cycling across America
Even some fiction about gun slingers in the Wild West
And, of course, pastoral poems, sonnets, and HP's best

While many people are out experiencing life
Not reading
We are improving our vocabulary and intellect
That will prove extremely valid
Wile reading our next book
I feel sorry for the people who can't find the time to read
Because they are too busy living
How obtuse?

Feb 2015

Sonja Benskin Mesher

. simple gifts .

small gifts. buttons,
came, loose, tiny.

some in packets,
some in jars, stray
one in the pocket,
washed now,
probably lost.

lately we had
one in exhibition,
with thread still
attached.

the larger ones are private,
kept round the house
for comfort.

i heard some people
dislike them, phobias.

appalachian spring.

sbm.

Feb 2015

Tiffany Valentine

Appalachian Trail

What am I to do when you are hundreds of miles away
Hiking the Appalachia
Living off the land and proving your manhood

The dog cannot hold me and warm me at night
The ******* will seize to amuse me after a week
The empty seat at the table will irk me
I could go on but I think you get the point
I need you

If you really must fulfill this quest
Just know
That I will watch the door awaiting your return
That I will hug your pillow every night
that I will wear your clothes to feel closer to you
Ah, I could go on but I think you get the point
I need you

Feb 2015

r

Appalachian blue

Blue the mountains
holding close in view
sacred smoke of yesterdays
blue fog shrouded trails
beneath the rhododendron

falls of sweet blue water
replenishing the rivers
sapphire lakes reflecting
splendor of the bluest hills
above the peaceful valley

hear the sacred music
of the blue ridge mountains
magic in the songs of old
forever blue my appalachia
blue the hills I used to roam.

r ~ 7/4/14

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Feb 2015

Sid

Tennessee

I miss the hills of delicate green
more beautiful than most eyes have seen
fresh and tender, sparkling clean
It was my home as a young teen.

And

ever since I've gone away
I've longed to hear the horses play
I lie awake at night and pray
to be back in Tennessee someday.

Feb 2015

r

Iron Mountain

We still call the homeplace mom's
Calendar in the kitchen unchanged

Two years past
The old clock ticking

Branches tapping against a window
Iron Mountain through frozen rain

Like a silverback
White along the spine
Cold and silent

Strong against another winter.

r ~ 2/2/15

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