Welcome to 30 Poems in 30 Days!

This blog is a fundraiser on behalf of the Ithaca Sanctuary Alliance. The fundraiser was launched by Tikkun V'or (The Ithaca Reform Temple), and will feature a poem a day by eleven dedicated poets, mostly from our community who are taking their incentive to develop their craft by writing everyday from your willingness to act locally to address the global refugee crisis.  If you are able to, please support the fundraiser by donating to the Ithaca Sanctuary Alliance. And no matter what, enjoy the poems!

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Welcome to September 27th's blog offerings, and sorry you have to do so much work to find the previous days' poems. Our blogging program is rather primitive and tech corporations are not devoting adequate resources to their not-for-profit ventures! (a bit of poetic corporate critique for our readers!)

  DAY 27, SEPT 27     Poem                         ( ROB SCOTT)                                                Of                                                       Through                         Chain              ...
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 WE WELCOME PROSE ON THE BLOG.   THIS PROJECT HAS ALWAYS BEEN A CHALLENGE TO DESCRIBE SUCCINCTLY, BUT MANY POETIC WRITERS AND SOULS WRITE IN PROSE AND MANY NARRATIVE POEMS ARE ALREADY PROSE-LIKE.   SO: AN INVITATION TO ALL OF YOU PROSE-WRITERS: PLEASE JOIN US.   SEND "CONTACT" ON THE GOFUNDME SITE  https://www.gofundme.com/f/30-poems-in-30-days-for-ithaca-sanctuary-alliance YOUR PROSE-WRITING TODAY AND JOIN THE THIRTY DAYS CHALLENGE FOR THE DAYS LEFT IN SEPTEMBER!
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Days 1-14

"30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS" DAILY POETRY BLOG FOR SEPTEMBER, 2020: A FUNDRAISER FOR THE ITHACA SANCTUARY ALLIANCE  LAUNCHED BY TIKKUN V'OR (THE ITHACA REFORM TEMPLE )      https://www.gofundme.com/f/30-poems-in-30-days-for-ithaca-sanctuary-alliance (IF you have discretionary income, please feel invited to contribute at the site above; in any case, please enjoy the poems of today and every previous day of September.)
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WELCOME TO DAY 25 OF OUR "30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS" BLOG; PLEASE SEE OUR GOFUNDME SITE: https://www.gofundme.com/f/30-poems-in-30-days-for-ithaca-sanctuary-alliance

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  DAY 25                                            How to Paint a Cloud         Fran Markover                                You'll need satin finish, sea sponges, cloud-wash   If there's none of the above, watch a damselfly skim sun-petalled ponds                                Consider pitch, speed, the weight of snow on a branch                                Brush-in-hand, memorize dogwood and a weeping birch                                Think cotton candy at the fair, the sheep counted on before sleep  ...
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Welcome to Day 21, September 21st of our poetry blog, our "30 poems in 30 days" fundraiser for the Ithaca Sanctuary Alliance

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  SEPT 21 UNTIL THERE IS                    Susan Weitz   You never know when something’s about to end: The sky so drenched with sun that there’s no such thing as darkness, until there is. The achingly yellow finches in ravenous crowds, one morning, gone. The warm, heavy air nudged southward by orange-crayon wind. Blossoms, fields, rusting, drying, dying. You never know when so many things are about to end. Maybe you forgot to cherish them. Sin título VII    SANTIAGO RODRIGUEZ         Me imagino a veces un futuro extraño donde nosotros vivimos en el espacio y la gente pudientqe es la que tiene el privilegio de vivir en el planeta. Y yo soy un repartidor de pizzas del espacio. O un minero solitario en un asteroide, con perro robot de compañía, extrañando casa, esperando a que terminen los seis meses de mi contrato para regresar a una colonia espacia...
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Welcome to the poems for Sept. 23, day 23 of the "30 Poems in 30 Days" fundraiser for the Ithaca Sanctuary Alliance"

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DAY 23 Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti -  Eugenio Montale      (TRANSLATED BELOW BY ROB SCOT)   Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti Nel mio terreno bruciato dal salino, E mostri tutto il giorno agli azzurri specchianti Del cielo l’ansieta` del suo volto giallino.   Tendono alla chiarita` le cose oscure, Si esauriscono I corpi in un fluire Si tinte: queste in musiche. Svanire E dunque la ventura delle venture.   Portami tu la pianta che conduce Dove sorgono bionde trasparenze E vapora la vita quale essenza; Portami il girasole impazzito di luce. Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti     Bring Me the Sunflower—a loose translation BY ROB SCOT Eugenio Montale   Bring me the sunflower and let me transplant it Here in the ground that is burnt by the sea’s salt spray And it shall reflect across the mirroring blue of the sky Its anxious face all day.   Dark things seek the clarity of light The body’s weary tones fade Into hues of...
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