poetry

08/06/2020
Editor’s note: The writer responds to an item in the July 30 edition of the Independent with a poem. From “Statement on Hacking Incident at Middlebury Selectboard Meeting” July 28: “For the second time in as many weeks the Town has been confronted with the ugly reality of racism. As leaders of this community, we stand with them and with one voice denounce all such acts of intolerance and the malicious persons who commit them.” The ugly reality of racism   is your asking me where I’m from and not taking New York for an answer is the foreigner status bank form you unquestioningly asked me to...
08/06/2020
“Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.” — John Lewis, 2018 Good Trouble 1960, Nashville You, John, just twenty years old How dared you demand a seat at that color-sensitized counter? Your skin, the tone of dignity and courage Bloodied and bruised By white segregationists’ moral anemia Arrested. Jailed. That day, John, you got in good trouble. A year or so later Rock Hill, South Carolina One of thirteen Freedom Fighters You strode into that train station’s waiting room Ignoring the required ticket —white skin Beaten, bludgeoned, nearly to...
06/25/2020
The We of Rayshard Brooks   Isn’t it a privilege to fall asleep in the front seat of your car,   pass out, some nights, from a night of drinking? And not worry.   Not worry you could wake-up dead. Having been found, and not asked just   to move along. Shake off the night. To drive through the drive-through, sober   or drunk from drinking in the stars, through the moonroof. An accessory   you could afford without worrying too much about being   overcharged. Becoming lost in space. Between the black   and white lines in a parking lot. A few spaces reserved for the disoriented.   You could...
06/18/2020
As I sit here, a grandmother and a great-grandmother, in the middle of this pandemic, a time we have never had to deal with before, I watch how it affects so many. There are so many questions, so many fears, so many rules to get used to, it’s frustrating and hard for all of us, especially the little children. A time of no playmates, no play dates, school at home, no times to go out and eat or go to a movie, and so many rules. As difficult as it is for us, imagine what it’s like to be an active seven-year-old, who goes back and forth between mom and dad in the midst of all this who is trying...
06/11/2020
I am ashamed at what has been happening in our nation lately, disregard for human life, property and safety.   I am ashamed at being born white, living in an affluent community, attending a proper New England boarding school, attending an Ivy League University.   I am ashamed, as a child of the 50s, that my father had a black yard man he called “boy,” our neighbors had a black maid who lived in their attic and I thought nothing of it.   I am ashamed that at school every morning I recited the Pledge of Allegiance ending with “liberty and justice for all” and believed it to be so.   I am...
06/04/2020
Lucy Poduschnik, a seventh grade student at Middlebury Union Middle School wrote these two poems, Her words reflect the experience that she and many of her peers are having during the COVID-19 pandemic.    Housebound   I glance out the window hoping to see somebody, The games are spread across the ground after being played over and over again, I will myself to stay sane, I pinch myself to see if maybe I am just dreaming, Someone I hardly know stares back at me in the mirror, A terrible bedhead, pajamas with baggy knees after being worn all day, square eyes from so much time on the computer,...

MIDDLEBURY RESIDENT MIRIAM Hardy has not let the COVID-19 pandemic interfere with her love of writing poetry. Hardy, 84, has penned a series of poems called “Views from the Inside Out,” which describe the things she can see from the windows in her home while she’s staying safe during the pandemic. Independent photo/John Flowers
05/28/2020
MIDDLEBURY —  Miriam Hardy has spent the majority of her 84 years writing poetry. Like her great-aunt and her mom before her, Hardy has enjoyed writing odes to people, places and things that inspire her. But her world has shrunk considerably since the coronavirus pandemic took hold in the Northeast three months ago. While she’s able to take short walks with a friend near her home on the edge of Middlebury’s downtown, Hardy is unable to get out and about like she used to because of strict social distancing she follows to stay safe. But she’s a strong, resourceful person, and there’s no way a...
05/28/2020
7:00 o’Clock  Pajamas on and belly full  I sat on the edge of my bed  Learning the news of my year half written  Boatloads of posts and texts and sadness Seniors crying and parents disappointed  but glad to hold on just a bit longer    How do you feel the loss of something you’ve never had before? Never have I had the end of my senior year  Never have I graduated  Never have I turned 18  Never have I lost as much as others have right now How do you grieve?   Confused about my apathy and stuck with a feeling of guilt  Realizing I don’t know how to let go  I can’t make myself cry  or feel...
05/14/2020
    The space between The night and day The middle ground that does not stay   In the day, the shining sun pierces through my squinting eyes. Heat burns my thoughts and melts my integrity, as my body slowly fries.   In the night, the moon does naught, to warm or light my soul As the canvas covers all leaving me blind and lost in the cold.   I cannot live, in blinding brilliance, or disparaging darkness.   I prefer those perfect minutes when the world falls to a still when the cicadas are in bed but before the peepers start to trill.   The heat has lost its oomph, but the ice has yet to settle...
04/27/2020
(Trail Around Middlebury (TAM) - Chipman Hill – 4/7/20)   I sing these trails of my homeland, with elegiac footfalls  on layers of fallen foliage. A green-yellow striped garden snake  slithers and crinkles over dried leaves then freezes in camouflage.  We consider each other. Snake neither knows nor cares about the 2020 plague, Corona virus – our crown of thorns –  something between living and not.   But it brings us to our knees. Climbing above the cloud of contagion  that hangs over my village below like valley smog,   I breathe deep the respite,  and feel curious camaraderie with Snake...

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