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
Clouds up above my head,
As I walk down the moonlit lane,
Gentle wind carrying on its back,
Squeaks, chirps, silent laughs.
Hands tucked deep inside,
Eyes bowed down, saddened mind
Mundane thoughts in my head
Stupid emotional distress
Feelings hidden from the world,
Came barging in, no answers learned.
Some questions they did propose,
Answers were two drops alone.
Friends I had quite a few,
Left now none, it’s just me and you,
Who is the other, you might wonder?
Mind and heart blown asunder
Being clumsy to cure the gloom inside,
Behind that smile is a crying child,
Why so sad? Can’t really tell!
You might relate, if you knew well
Didn’t grow from the kid I was,
Making paper planes, paper boats,
Dancing under the thunder clouds,
Jumping on puddles, wherever found,
Watching squirrels, at their merry play,
Peeping at sparrows from far away.
Dazzled by the starry sky,
Listening to the sounds of night
No idea, why am I still
Whether is it a curse, or is it chill
To be a child in an adult build
To be a child in an adult build
Walked past some passerby
Smiles exchanged, no replies
Eyes conversed what lips could not
Forgot the gloom, happy thoughts
Strangers we were all along
Travelers having tea at dawn
Fall of night, taking place
Walking under good moon’s gaze
Lost am I In this world?
Or All of it is just a blur
Life and its complexities
Cannot really comprehend
Pray to be anything else
Just not a zombie of the adult realm
Just not a zombie of the adult realm
:-Mohammad Owais