A big thanks to all who contributed to the art show community poem on July 1 & 2!
Here is the result of your words (and my wordsmithing):
Art in the Valley
Mountains in bloom. Walking past
cow patties into the womb of art.
Into the womb of everything.
Into my senses—I hold this bowl you
made
—I look at your face and hold this
bowl
you made. Summertime mountains and
forest
are holding me in a luscious
embrace.
And the dogs understand…
sweltering songs, surrounded by
visions
of imagination. The tools are not
what they seem.
Ceramic pages—stiff, but not
frozen.
We all stare. Awaiting the rain.
Waiting.
People wait for trains. There are
so many people
passing through who are just on a
journey.
Life in the valley provides
people when you want them, solitude
when you need it most. Lush green
rolling hills,
the beauty of the hollow. Who knew
the music
and the rain both help us grow?
Worries melting away. Say! When
will the muse
strike? Brought on by a light
breeze…
rain shouldn’t feel so heavy,
should it?
Disappointment, discouragement.
The rub. There are too many words,
some lost,
some found. Aha! Tools bent to a
new purpose.
We all need a poetry moment.
Soothing souls.
What if we’re best together?
Brought together in a wooded
paradise.
~ voices of poetry table visitors at
Art on Cullers Run 2023
(assembled
by Charise M. Hoge)