Rensselaerville Library
celebrates National Poetry Month 2025 . . .
Today's Poem!

Friday, April 4, 2025


Granny's Cottage

by Sylvia Barnard

After they sold the farm, 
they moved to the main road
to a little three-bedroom house
like a hobbit house under a bank.
On the other side, my father planted 
an English-style hedge and behind
the house were big trees and my
mother's compost heap frequented by
all the little animals that still
lived along this road, avoiding the cars
whizzing past their lairs and burrows
on the way to town to get groceries.
In the summertime, we went there 
for long periods, my daughter
going to Vacation Bible School
at the Congregational Church
and playing with her third cousins
along the brook and in the woods.

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I am a native of western Massachusetts where this poem is set and came to Albany in 1967 to teach in the Classics Department at UAlbany, which I did for 43 years. I have read and published my poetry in the area throughout that time.

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Thursday, April 3, 2025


What It Means to Not Have a Grandchild

by Edie Abrams

No smooching a bellybutton.

No caressing a cheek or sniffing the scent of innocence
from the top of a head.

No holding, hugging, enfolding, rocking back-and-forth 
as if nothing else in the world exists. 

No counting fingers and toes in a warm bath 
with baby balanced against knees.

No hearing the giggles of peek-a-boo, 
that delight better than ice cream on a sweltering day. 

No reading aloud with an exaggerated “I’m coming to get you,” 
fingers spidering from toes to the Michelin Man neck. 

No singing silly songs like “Beautiful Doody” to the tune of “Beautiful
     Dreamer,” 
or the ones your Mom and Bubbe sang in Polish, German, Spanish, or
     Yiddish. 

No watching each breath when each new puff is a sign
that a robin will sing in the dawn of a new day.

~

Edie Abrams retired from the NYS Assembly 100 years ago, and has been writing poetry since she developed the typical mother-daughter relationship during her teenage years, a million years ago.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2025


Elegy: Shot List For An Art House Obsessive

by David Gonsalves

And what, after all, of jealousy

     the future of measurement

          a meadow that plunders the calendar

a day out of tolerance

     moon without memory

          wave after wave of oakleaf

blind eye at the edge of uncertainty

     free of what is often brilliant

          the liberation of liberation

a series of speckled rose buds

     the liveliness of even-tempered swallows

          even as protocol locks out the tide

knowing only weightless reassurance

     the need to avoid some staccato obstruction

          or fall into a featureless distance

footprints ravaged before the peat bog

     raw and inquisitive tapestries

          prelude to a dose of ambiguity

falling snow, the end of anniversaries

     the inability to understand the unrehearsed

          progression of last-ditch vanishing points

a jet stream as strange as it was simple

     glad that the body has no disregard

          a way to keep the sundial unmannered

twilight and the return of humility

     brief mastery of something delicate

          divine indifference made intelligible.

~

David Gonsalves should have been born in Nepal, but wasn't. Lives in a cave beside a river that flows both ways.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2025


Lust

by Elaine Kenyon

in my intention
I drive to Salem
knock on your door
let myself in
we contemplate, meditate
on the wonderment of words
their dance, delight and design
the cat purring perched and listening
you say why you liked my poems
I wrote as I read your Green Midnight
I am humbled by your sentiment
I tell you I am easily carried to comfort
with each line of your poetry
I am drawn to you 
this is not lust
this is affection
adoration
I did not take that drive
and now
there’s nothing 
but a carcass to caress
lines and curves on the page
to trace
I am emptied

~

Elaine Kenyon is the host of the 2nd Wednesday Poetry Night at the Schuylerville Public Library. She enjoys reading and listening to poetry at local open mics. She currently tutors children with dyslexia and is the owner of Olde Saratoga Literacy and Learning, LLC.

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Saturday, February 1, 2025


Our NINTH annual POEM-A-DAY
celebrating National Poetry Month
opens April 1
with the first of 30 poems!
READ . . . COMMENT . . . ENJOY
and SPREAD the WORD(S)!