Poetry Night with Richard Dittami

On Tuesday, September 6 at 8pm come out for Poetry at the PO with featured poet Richard Dittami.

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Retired from the Laborers International Union, Richard Dittami is a poet from Massachusetts who first came to Nova Scotia on a walkabout in 2003 and has been back every year since.

Richard writes constantly and has done so for many a year.  He has read at various venues in both Massachusetts and Nova Scotia.

Poem
Xmas 2011
Christmas
Mid morning
Churches dot the country side
Shouldering with Jesus fumes like stubbed out cigarettes.
Wrapping paper is torn and crumpled
Feasts split open like overripe fruit.
High tide of Xmas.
The collective psyche returns
like schooling fish to open water…

Hopewell Rocks

The reddish cliffs of the Hopewell Rocks in New Brunswick offer another spectacular landscape in which to experience Fundy’s tides.

 

Hopewell Rocks

 

I left my footprints on the ocean floor,

Knowing they would be no more

When Fundy’s tide has swept them clean.

No trace that I have been

Standing in the mud and sand

Gazing at this Wonderland

Of sculpted rocks and fissures deep,

Where rushing waters come and sweep

With relentless force of spray

All the yesterdays away.

I wondered then, “Who came before?”

How many other footprints on the ocean floor?

 

Or was there once an upward thrust

When ocean floor turned into mountain crust.

 

Did dinosaurs then in murderous play,

Leave their victims in the clay?

Again perhaps, more recently

When land was covered by invading sea,

A fish swam slowly down to rest

On self-same spot my foot will press,

And musing thus, it came to me

That we are children of the sea.

Twas long before the age of man;

A creature left the ocean floor

To make its home on solid shore,

But locked within its memory

Was its bondage to the sea.

 

That sea comes crashing over sand and stone

Claiming what it calls its own.

I left my footprints on the ocean floor

Knowing they would be no more

When Fundy’s tide has swept them clean.

 

By: Elizabeth D’Ambrosio 2012

(Published previously in: Twigs & Leaves. Volume V. 2012, Broken Rules Press)

Elizabeth D'AmbrosioElizabeth D’Ambrosio was born in Germany in 1920 and immigrated to Canada as a child. A member of the Greenwood Poets since 2009, she regales her audiences with humorous poems as well as those that move the spirit and strike at heartstrings. Elizabeth is an avid speechwriter, bridge player, traveller, and painter. Her editorials and poetry have been published in the Montreal Gazette, on CBC, on the poetry website www.poetsagainstwar.ca , and in several chapbooks, namely, “Passages,” published by the Greenwood Centre for Living History, “Twigs & Leaves” published by Broken Rules Press, and Memories, a self-publication. 

Elemental

We really like poetry and, since it is nice to share what one likes, here is a piece that makes us think of Parrsboro.
Enjoy!
judith  / harvey
 

Elemental

a shell inside a rock

a shell inside a rock

a shell inside a rock

about the size of the center of a rose

a perfect spiral of gleaming white

enclosed by the black stillness of earth

the whispery echo of the ocean in the shell

surrounded by the silence of the stone

a conglomerate forged beneath the sea

an ancient cohesion

an endless embrace

 

©erika n. white

erika n. white writes, edits, gardens and publishes on the island of montreal.  She organizes poetry events, including Twigs & Leaves and Poets in the Griffintown Cultural Corridor. With R de Smit, she runs Broken Rules Press.  Her work can be found in chapbooks, quarterlies, magazines and flower beds.