We’re seeking more poems with the theme “Sounds Fishy” for August. Send yours to Maryann Riker, maryann_riker@hotmail.com. All poems must be original and created for display here.
“Sturgeon Moon”
Nancy Scott
What swims up from the depths?
What pulls and plagues
from long past generations?
Not all things that rise
are beautiful but
the Moon condones
the taste of power
to test us all.
JUSTARIP Press
The relic surfaced
from the depths,
surveyed
his moon,
through memories
caught
and dreams
released.
“Sturgeon”
Jo A. Allen
The eastern sky is bright tonight as summer starts to wane
And sturgeon owns the river ways and super moon by name
With fins and brawn, they carry on evading hook and spear
The oceans call is stronger than the humans that they fear
In early spring they brave the tides to river currents strong
Instinctive ancient ritual calls them back to spawn
From prehistoric origins they still survive today
Their boney scutes and massive size are lethal to their prey
But predators become the prey and sturgeon made the list
Endangered now or threatened, we humans must desist
Lock away your rod and reel, save them from the brink
Give them time to procreate, don’t let them go extinct
John Furphy
Step outside the city limits of Ann Arbor
And you would find a lake, a stream, a place to fish.
Catfish were the standard catch,
But to catch an afternoon beside the flowing creek
Smoking a pipe to keep the insect air force away
A tree to lean against, a book to read, and maybe supper,
In itself, enough.
“Hi”
Words by Kara
Moon in Site
Full and Right
Fish by Day
Light by Night
Frank May
Sounds Fishy on the trail today until
you see you are ever looking forward to
hearing back from the beach in the woods
grab some logic of the year of
sensory overload the same way
you want to go fetch me to bring
anything over the place I could
have understood that you are
ever in to see how was wonderful
to have some fun stuff
yeah actually yeah so much traffic
on one side of face mask
to the trail today
well that’s a poem
about your favorite poetic justice
of supreme drop off some calories
just wondering what brings you
to ask a question
Lane Dalton
Sturgeon under moon
Porch wood under feet
Scent of wild honeysuckle
Sailing on the wind
Lemon and sugar
Cool upon my tongue
Night bird and cicada songs
Whispered in my ears
Your hand in mine
As we blur the line
Of demarcation
Between fear and connection
“KOI”
Danielle Notaro
From the front porch, I see clouds
quilting themselves with summer
puffs of gray and tinges of rose
around their uncertain edges.
Canadian smoke drifts away,
hazy days gone for now
unlike our future..What will he do next
that he hasn’t done to undo the good
fabric that holds our imperfect union
together? I lower my head,
surprised..at my feet,Pink&Capucino
Petunias reemerge.I thought they died
from the blistering heat.
Koi still circle in their cooling pond,
certain in their bodies through reflections
of the over head clouds.
The Karl Stirner Arts Trail Poetry in the Wild Project includes many opportunities to engage with local poets as they
create spontaneous poetry on demand using old-fashioned typewriters on the arts trail, Easton Farmers’ Market, and West Ward Market. The project began with a celebration of
National Poem from Your Pocket Day at the Easton Public Market and outside Book and Puppet on April 18.
This project is supported in part with funding from the Hotel Tax grant programs through Northampton County’s Department of Community & Economic Development, a Crayola Community Grant, and the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, a state agency, through the Pennsylvania Partners in the Arts.
