Poetry Corner: Something New That Honors the Past

POETRY CORNER

– 11/04/15

Henry-Super Moon by Stevie Strang​

An Mayou

mourners kaddish
it is now my turn
to sing my fathers song
a small stone
left on a grave

An Mayou is a mom to two girls, a visual artist and a video producer, and sometimes poet, living in Boulder, CO.

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Stevie Strang

six years later
can you see us
weeping still
dad, can you see
the super moon

Stevie Strang, is a poet and photographer living in the beach town of Laguna Niguel, CA. She says “Every year on his birthday I visit my father’s grave, clear the crabgrass from his headstone, clean out the flower vase and fill it with roses from my garden. I sit on the grass and carry on the conversation we never got to have, wondering where he is now, if he’s happy, can he hear me?”

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(Photo – Sigrid Saradunn)

Sigrid Saradunn

her blueberry fields
a resting place
home for eternity
boulders from the ice age
match the new headstone

Sigrid Saradunn creates art and poetry near Bar Harbor, Maine. The blueberry fields pictured were owned and worked by a friend. Her gravestone is at the edge of the cemetery not far from her house. The boulders in the field are huge and were deeply planted when the ice age came to the coast of Down East Maine. A fitting resting place for someone who loved the land and the beauty of it in all seasons.

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