Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
Thursday, April 09, 2015
Look up
Labels:
Appalachian poetry,
NAPOWRIMO,
poetry
Wednesday, April 08, 2015
Starfish
Sometimes I want to rail at life
Cry and call life names
Rant and scream and kick the walls
Of life and reality and death.
I want to chant along with others
The chant of unfairness to all
Voices in unison crying
Though no one stops to listen
Perhaps instead I'll just stand
Shoulder to shoulder with humanity
Stand silently in rows and rows
Golems waiting, unable to speak
Or maybe one day I'll decide
Think on these many things
And step aside, out of the crowd
To throw a starfish into the waves
Cry and call life names
Rant and scream and kick the walls
Of life and reality and death.
I want to chant along with others
The chant of unfairness to all
Voices in unison crying
Though no one stops to listen
Perhaps instead I'll just stand
Shoulder to shoulder with humanity
Stand silently in rows and rows
Golems waiting, unable to speak
Or maybe one day I'll decide
Think on these many things
And step aside, out of the crowd
To throw a starfish into the waves
Labels:
Appalachian poetry,
NAPOWRIMO,
poetry,
starfish
Tuesday, April 07, 2015
Storms ranting
Through the darkest of night
Into the morning just before dawn
Storms rant and rail
Rumbling and tumbling
Over my roof and bed.
Waiting just till I doze
Moments before deep sleep
Then gleefully pounding
Joyfully pouring rain
Into my thoughts and dreams.
Into the morning just before dawn
Storms rant and rail
Rumbling and tumbling
Over my roof and bed.
Waiting just till I doze
Moments before deep sleep
Then gleefully pounding
Joyfully pouring rain
Into my thoughts and dreams.
Labels:
Appalachian poetry,
dream,
dreams,
NAPOWRIMO,
night
Monday, April 06, 2015
Peeper Song
Spring peepers bee-deep bee-deep
Cry at dusk and early dawn
Balloon necks bellow
Singing songs so mellow
Hoping for mates to come.
Cry at dusk and early dawn
Balloon necks bellow
Singing songs so mellow
Hoping for mates to come.
Labels:
Appalachian poetry,
dawn,
dusk,
frogs,
NAPOWRIMO
Sunday, April 05, 2015
The mountains call
Ancient mountain pathways cry out to me
Beg me to come, to seek and find them
Hope even now that my feet will follow.
Groanings ancient, deep in the mountains
Draw and tug at my hungry heart
Somehow know and call my secret name.
They know my lonely thoughts
They awake my feet, tug at my mind
Promise me hidden wonders.
My dream self runs ahead and waits
My hands reach out, fingers caress
Fine tendrils of remembering.
Beg me to come, to seek and find them
Hope even now that my feet will follow.
Groanings ancient, deep in the mountains
Draw and tug at my hungry heart
Somehow know and call my secret name.
They know my lonely thoughts
They awake my feet, tug at my mind
Promise me hidden wonders.
My dream self runs ahead and waits
My hands reach out, fingers caress
Fine tendrils of remembering.
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