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
Where narrow beams of ray writhed existence,
Orgulous animals bestrewed among
The balmy oceans bordering dense bosky expanses
With sempiternal blithe, it once seemed.
Ferine wolves’ clarion calls in the mid-wood’s twilight,
Eld lions leading its pride into the wilderness-
In search of flesh for their plangent appetite
Or maybe to rejoice the newest beget.
They were a family- the inquisitive little rabbits burrowing for shelter,
The sky-high elephants trumpeting and the zephyr Bovidae grazing the lea,
Ravenous Felidae and Canidae preying on them- it was all natural;
For it was what made their realm.
And then, the oracle’s verses came true-
“Expect life to be sundered when,
The whited sepulcher with his wreathed mind
And illuding thoughts, enters into this abode.”
Mephitic is now his odor, with greed seeping through his skin;
Imbrued man cut them all- the trees, and also, the animals, his Fidus Achates.
Thirst has now become his visage, inhuming the lives of the voiceless
Driving into oblivion, of what once was a prestigious realm.