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
FEATURED POEM
Bells have rung,
Sun now sets,
Fades into the orange depths
Cries I hear, silent roars
Whispers brutal fill my core.
It’s the heart, you must know
Groaning pain it went through
No sounds, mouth shut
Didn’t let them hear
Being the smile they would want to cheer
Will they buy this façade?
Or will barge in asking questions sour
O’ you the friend
Who could just see
Things I should not to the bees
Even though I tried to keep
Worries that would otherwise peep
But that simply gorgeous slip
Did let you know my secret scars
Did let you know that teary part
Since you left for the open road
To a big man in the mortal dorm
To carve your name in the wild storm
To be the kid your mum would want
I know you cried, and I did too
Treacherous world parted us in two.
I still remember those cute days
My stupid jokes, and your laughing face
Hours of talk, and those summer race
How I would beat you in your games
Oh so far we’ve come along
Distances between us have so much grown
Now I sit with memories frail
Penning voices, cannot inhale
O’ heavenly string hold us close
Let these tear drops fuel you more.
-Mohammad Owais