Yonkers Poet Laureate Golda Solomon shares a special message for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2023.
Praise and kudos for my sister and brother poets Praise this city with a mighty estuary that seasons our words with salt Praise all the poets whose new spices gives us a diverse menu of verses We are joined by meter, form, rhythm, new tongues that tease palates Praise our ancestors, griot storytellers, sounds that burst through lips Who spoke and spread history tales songs of life progress and strife Praise the poets with quill and pen, early recorders of romance war love Praise the performance poets whose sounds resound as the gulls sway To the syncopation of vowels, consonants, dipthongs spit into the sky Praise voices that holler pray whisper rasp howl Praise our words we share freely Priase all wordsmithys on this International Day set aside for us Honoring
Watch Golda read her poem as part of Emergence: Poetry Pop-Ups
Thursdays & Fridays, 3 – 6 pm; Saturdays 1 – 6 pm. Juried Exhibition and Competition of Art and Photography.Curated by Julie Cousens and Bob Walters (guest curator) inCollaboration with Beczak Environmental Education Center All welcome! No cost. Blue Door Art Center, 13 Riverdale Ave, Yonkers, NY 10701
Waterfront views and Ella Fitzgerald’s childhood home – now Yonkers has public poetry! A poet laureate is Jazzin’ Up The Trail with walkers and bikers on the Old Croton Aqueduct trail. No other state park shows off poetry. But Yonkers first Poet Laureate, Golda Solomon, was enthused. “I want to see ALL of Yonkers shine and appreciate poetry the way I do!”
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LIKE A GLASS OF MILK THAT SLIPSTHROUGH YOUR FINGERS, YOU CANSWEEP UP THE LARGER BROKEN PIECES,LIQUID SLOSHING FINDS CRACKS TO HIDE IN.A SLIVER OF GLASS CAN FIND YOU YEARS LATER,AND IN THE FRESH WOUNDIN THE RED BLOOD A FOUND MEMORY.
Read Golda's speech at the ceremony to induct her as the first Poet Laureate of the City of Yonkers.
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