Darlene Witte

Darlene Witte

Professor of Education, (retired) at Johnson State College in Vermont leads the Green Mountain Writers' Poetry & Performance workshop that meets on Zoom each month on the 1st and 3rd Tuesdays at 7 PM ET. Find out more at https://www.meetup.com/green-mountain-writers

Poem for John Townsend (1936-2017)

Poem for John Townsend (1936-2017)

Your soul, my soul older than the moon once we gathered the dawn brought with us the newest year the wildest of flowers the oldest of souls. We meditated, prayed, waited until water was born, saw it bubble from the…

Wintering Ground: The Stoney Nakoda

Devil’s Head Mountain

This poem expresses an emotional state known as Clanalas, which expresses the genetic memory of unresolved grief and memories of loss. Looking Toward the Devil’s Head Mountain from a Hilltop East of Sundre, Alberta Dedicated to Stan Ghostkeeper, a School…

The Inner Grammars of Solitude

The Inner Grammars of Solitude, a poem by Darlene Witte

Long listened I to water flowdeep down, everrevealing patience to stonemy heart in darkness.Love left me while Ilistened. Love lay alone, heavy, alone. Flow again it must to stay alivebut the bones of my beingare soft with grievingall native fire,…

Awake, But Still

Awake, But Still a poem by Darlene Witte

Gravity arrived swathed in dull brown cloud weighed me down feet to the floor. Woke me, saw weeping ooze of red wounds caught enfolded silence green daisies yet closed floods, waves of amulet sworn fealty woke my throat. Forgotten now.…

Blackbirds

Blackbirds, a poem by Darlene Witte

This poem documents an experience that took place when I was about 13 years old. The events unfolded as described. I found the experience difficult to remember, you will see why as you listen, but when I recently thought to explore the…

Of Birds in Flight and Angel Music

Of Birds in Flight and Angel Music, poem by Darlene Witte

                        I When I first felt that delicate brush that soft touch of something more, something other a wider awareness. Was it some where beyond myself. Hearing a voice but there was no voice no words no thoughts only a gentle touch. I felt it…

The Persistent Rose of My Childhood

Stewardship of the earth leads us toward sustainability. Anything less than full commitment to stewardship and an attitude of humble, respectful co-creation in relation to subtle energies leaves us vulnerable. Without this, we will all be homeless. If we can…

Sorcery and Other Karmic Thresholds

Astrophysics, mathematics, poetry, metaphor, myth, music, neurology, climate change, biology, dark matter, gravity, are all thresholds of one kind or another; respect them all and all those who journey toward whatever mysterious coherence calls to them. In my book, Notes…