Driving through Maine

"RAPID REDEMPTION,"
The sign claimed. Alas, they dealt
With bottles, not souls.


~ by Corinne H. Smith

Art and Poetry Event!

Visions in Verse 3: Tapping The Muse

Date: Wednesday, May 20th

Time: 7 p.m.

Place: The Boland Room of Heywood Place, Cottage Street, Gardner MA

Admission: Free of charge ~ refreshments served

Our third collaboration with Greater Gardner Artists Association in conjunction with their annual Art show (which is held April 17 to April 19 in same location) is back by popular demand. Several area poets shall each choose a piece of art which inspires her to compose and read an original poem. Art and artists will be present. Check out how these two intertwining art forms "tap the muse!"

Visions In Verse Two - A Thousand Words

January Haiku

Sun hits snowy branch
POOF! An explosion of white
The melting begins


~ Corinne H. Smith

Creativity Exercise

The Amazing Technicolor Dreambook: Keep a notepad and pen on your nightstand. Immediately upon waking, write down anything you can remember from your dreams. None of it has to make sense -- this is just your right brain's way of processing the day's memories.

Something for the Holidays

"Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare think." --Henry Longfellow

Ritual

Vessel of comfort,
Pillar of pleasure;
Romance after dark
~Affinity for these.

To revel in brilliance
However diminutive;
To dance in response to breath, motion,
But not to sound. Yet
Its release, sensual:
A symphony permeating the soul
~Infinity plea.

Ah, waxing awhile, but not nearly enough,
Only to wane to a scorching pool below
And taper upward in acrid diffusion
~Trinity in form.

Comforter, reveler, lover~
Desists tonight
But only 'til sunset on the morrow,
When again the torch is held for you,
And you strike up another tune
Of ambient quietude...

Copyright 2006

Music of October

All the sylvan stage is a chorus
Conducting its concerto before us:

On the birches sing Alto Amber;
Golden chords of contralto timbre.

Oak groves, once green, Tenor Tangerine;
Breezy leaves jangling like tambourines.

They mingle, jingle, they dance and sway
More brilliant than the lights on Broadway.

Conducting its concerto before us,
All the sylvan stage is a chorus.

My eyes hear their spectacular music,
Awed by a finale so acoustic:

Maestro cues his maple-octave starlet~
A crescendo of Soprano Scarlet.

Encore! Encore from the October floor!
To the ground, confetti, more and more!

Quabbin Haiku

Beautiful water
Headed for Boston faucets
Wish you could stay here


~ Corinne H. Smith

The future is not set in stone. It's not all decided yet. The future is just what's down the road we decided to walk on today. You can change roads at anytime. ~~Unknown