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
My heart stretched out on the wings of a phoenix,
I live so I can die, so I can live again, so my flames can be warmth to new skin that I shall wear,
My smile is but a trumpet blown till my lungs surrender to the lack of oxygen,
The end is nigh, the end is nigh! But you do not hear it, you hear a sweet symphony,
oh, sweet child, how you’ve become nothing to everyone and everything to everyone but only for an instance, only when you’re needed,
how your mind has become a theatre,
death upon death, prewritten, you, your own executioner,
hush.
can you hear it? When you glimpse at a rope, or a blade laying seductively on the counter or when you walk too close to a bridge that’s high enough,
can you hear it? A mother’s call “my child, you’ve suffered, come onto me and know peace”
My smile is but a trumpet blown till my lungs surrender to the lack of oxygen,
My end is nigh, my end is nigh!
Let me die so I can be reborn again,