Welcome to my Poet Lady Chat Room. I would like to invite you to click on the chat box and type in a question, a suggestion, submit a poem, in other words – “chat with me.” I may, if you submit a poem, decide to feature it in my Poem of the Week section or, we may simply exchange ideas and suggestions about your poem.

This is a place to “talk” poetry with someone who has loved it all her life. I have a true passion for the possibilities of poetry and would love to hear your thoughts and/or read your poem. I will be happy to offer my reaction to your work and, based on over 40 years of teaching poetry, organizing, and conducting poetry workshops, working as a book review editor for an international poetry magazine, authoring five books of poetry and two textbooks on teaching poetry, send along my thoughts on ways to make your poem stronger and more impactful.

If you’re on my site, you have a connection to poetry. Feel free to connect with me – right here -right now, by typing your message into the “chat box” and clicking send. I’m waiting…

 

Your friend in poetry, Susan

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Started by Comfort 1 week ago
I’m close enough for your breath to rethink itself, my fingers already drawing territories you didn’t give permission for  "don’t, stop" , and that’s why I keep going. I’m not touching you to know you, I’m touching you to see how fa...
Last commented on by Susan Katz 5 days ago
I am responding here to your latest poem as I need you to submit it, as you did with the others, with a title, in order ...
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Started by Comfort 7 days ago
Today, I tasted her, Thorns argued me not to persist, But I couldn't resist the taste of her petals,I lost myself in summer fruit, too sweet to notice the decaying roots. Blinded by lust, Too cast in the moment to see her desire for chocking hands w...
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Started by Comfort 1 week ago
I live in an apartment with no walls, just whispers nailed to scaffolding. Every morning, I sweep the silence off my doormat like dust.   I once married a moth. We divorced over a lightbulb. She said I was too bright. I said she kept flying ...
Last replied to by Susan Katz 1 week ago
Once again, a fine - well-written poem.  You have a recognizable style.  Your poems seem a bit like "snatches of thoug...
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Started by Comfort 2 weeks ago
They say the night forgot me, Though  Even the air remembers how he held me wrong, Each whisper still sleeps inside my skin, coiled like worms that dream of wings.   I did not ask for this harvest this seed sown in my ruin, this child who k...
Last commented on by Susan Katz 1 week ago
Your poetry deserves to be shared.
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Started by Comfort 2 weeks ago
I watch the sun spill itself thin through a cracked celling, Dust... a cathedral of forgotten memories dances with the desperate reminder that even ruins remember light. The air hums with small eternities, each particle rehearsing how to glow. ...
Last replied to by Susan Katz 2 weeks ago
Another powerful, intensely written poem.  Again, you have some outstanding lines - images and a fine, sustaining rhyth...
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Started by Glen 3 months ago
Something wicked this way comes  Looming heavy in the distance Not knowing when or where it's from You question then what is it As sorrows fall like small rain drops  Alighting on your soul  And shivers rack you toe to top  Til all over yo...
Last replied to by Susan Katz 3 months ago
Hi Glen - Thanks so much for sharing your poem - it has a strong and stirring tone and a compelling message.  Your rhym...
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Started by Comfort 12 months ago
I miss you there Where your smile was frozen Before I had to taste your absenceBefore each substance... I miss you here I miss you before pupils had to learn to accept you were past tense I stare at your picture hoping you'd jump out saying it was a...
Last replied to by Susan Katz 12 months ago
Touching - moving - a heartbeat of emotion and truth and loss.  You do a fine job with rhyme and slant rhyme but perhap...
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Started by Comfort 12 months ago
I can still taste you "he said"  Another drink please Another escape please, another concussion to help me forget please.  I can still taste my sins  Another drink please,  Another relief to get me close to the reef, I'm trying to drown my.....
Last replied to by Susan Katz 12 months ago
This is a truly intriguing poem - written in a kind of staccato rhythm that is compelling - you just want to keep readin...
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Started by Sarah01 1 year ago
The flowers in my room bleed out          rouge de red musing its ethos by the bedside scoffs  Regret with vixen eyes and smile vile  Rots in my mouth a taste of insignificant, Clueless asked past omniscient did we matter/  do you remem...
Last replied to by Susan Katz 1 year ago
Good morning, Sarah, I'm sorry for the delay in getting this email to you - it's been a busy few days. Your poem has p...
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Started by Dreamer 2 years ago
To stand in a room of faceless screams, To reach out for hands with no fingers,To cry out to these soulless veiled figures.And I keep trying to run, run away, but whyare my legs chained? Chained to nothing.....Maybe if I plead they would let me run. ...
Last replied to by Susan Katz 2 years ago
Thank you for sharing your very powerful poem - filled with energy and an intensity that one can feel.  If I were to su...