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PALMETTO POEM:  Two poems by Tim Conroy

PALMETTO POEM:  Two poems by Tim Conroy

A poem by Tim Conroy:

Is there a safe path
even with a light aimed
perfectly on the walkway
or upon the camellia bushes?
We imagine a world 
with shadows everywhere,
lurking to steal lives….

by · 12/04/2017 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
PALMETTO POEM: It’s the Journey That Counts

PALMETTO POEM: It’s the Journey That Counts

Standing at the cockpit door, you told me,
Let’s go. Let’s sail beyond
How far beyond, I asked as we glided through the harbor.
Rusty boats at anchor, lines tightening like a noose.

Remember when the storm smacked us into a trough
and we jibed? You threw the tiller over and I
yanked at the mainsail.
I didn’t know it would be so hard….

by · 11/06/2017 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
Amaker (Image by Lisa Livingston)

PALMETTO POEM:  Stagnation (a letter 2 America)

By Marcus Amaker, poet laureate of Charleston, S.C.

Amaker (Image by Lisa Livingston)
America has built
too many monuments to war.
Man-made maladies
mounted on Mother Earth.
I’ve seen scars on the skin
of our country’s landscape –
blood-stained band aids
covering exposed bones;
a pain that has not healed.

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PALMETTO POEM: Carolina Umbra

PALMETTO POEM: Carolina Umbra

By Marjory Wentworth, S.C. poet laureate

Boats fly out of the Atlantic
and moor themselves in my backyard
where tiny flowers, forgotten
by the wind, toss their astral heads
from side to side.  Mouths ablaze, open,
and filling with rain.

After the hurricane, you can see
the snapped open drawbridge slide
beneath the waves on the evening news.
You go cold imagining
such enormous fingers of wind
that split a steel hinge until
its jaw opens toward heaven.

PALMETTO POEM, Meyers: back from the woods inside me

PALMETTO POEM, Meyers: back from the woods inside me

By Susan Laughter Meyers

back from the woods inside me
chickadee silence

nothing I can say to myself so full
the not saying

when I opened the nesting box
what looked slight

PALMETTO POEM:  Three Maps

PALMETTO POEM: Three Maps

1. Perhaps tomorrow will be the day when we at last begin to listen to the rustling and murmuring that rises from the grasses of the world as they beseech us to grant them reprieve. For millennia, they’ve labored to cover the dead, and now it’s their turn— just a brief sleep, they insist, and then they’ll resume their work pending the general resurrection.

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PALMETTO POEM:  Strange Fruit

PALMETTO POEM: Strange Fruit

By Damarius Allen, special to Charleston Currents

Strange fruit swinging from those trees
The strangest fruit you’ve ever seen

Picked before it could ripen
Ripped from its home that tree of life
And hanged on another

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PALMETTO POEM:  A Suite to Ashley Marina

PALMETTO POEM: A Suite to Ashley Marina

An excerpt from a poem by Ann Herlong Bodman

On Jeff’s boat, his girlfriend sunbathes topless,

cigarette smoke curling from the bowsprit.

Jeff watches—they never talk. Boats nod

as if they approve. Workmen sing,

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PALMETTO POEM: Charleston, South Carolina

PALMETTO POEM: Charleston, South Carolina

By Amy Lowell | FIFTEEN years is not a long time,
But long enough to build a city over and destroy it;
Long enough to clean a forty-year growth of grass from between cobblestones,
And run street-car lines straight across the heart of romance.
Commerce, are you worth this?
I should like to bring a case to trial:

by · 03/06/2017 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
PALMETTO POEM:  How to embrace and how to let go

PALMETTO POEM: How to embrace and how to let go

Build a world around

a man standing at a window.

He doesn’t even have to be

a man.

He can even sit.

The window can be a mirror,

and it can be a wall.

by · 12/05/2016 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem