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.
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Your friend in poetry, Susan
FEATURED POEM
All of my life, I've read about love
About the highs and the lows
The pretty girl falling in love with the pretty boy.
The happily ever afters
Living vicariously through the characters and fighting over thoughts of never finding it myself.
But it doesn't matter how many books I read, how many romcoms I see, I've learnt that love is incomprehensible.
I've learnt that there may never be a moment when I stop and say, wow, I'm in love.
There may never be a moment where a prince charming defeats the big bad antagonist to save me. There may never be a big bad antagonist at all.
I've learnt that life may be better with love surrounding me, but it does not revolve around my conquest to find it. That life is not black and white at all, but grey in all places.
And that one day someone might come and paint over my greyness, a colour so bright that it might blind me stripping away every strand of practicality that resides within me.
Yet teach me to sit with my pain and talk to it, instead of running away.
And that he may or may not be love, but he will be happiness.
May be I still don't know what love is, but I sure am pretty close to it.
May be we're too young for love, may be we're in an experience ageless yet incoherent.
May be we're stuck in an endless loop of imissyous and ihateyous.
But I'm glad I'm stuck here with you.