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
It was my home!
In that lavish, cornlit field,
Our childhood danced.
Old, rusty Khan's stall,
Where the tea time called.
Wearied, shabby lanes,
Whither the tires rolled.
Grubby, bygone school walls,
Over which our tiny shanks jumped.
The holy summer fairs,
With mates, ambled and cherished.
Those days where drenched in honey, sweetened.
Power swayed, sky dreaded!
With the thorny fence and bloodshed,
Lands and hearts sundered.
With bulgy bleeding eyes,
In the gloom, we fled.
To an unknown place,
Where we never belonged.
That day was a nightmare,
Darkened.
Decades drove with memories dwelled,
Eyes aged pining for old mates.
In dreams the cornfield hallooed,
To dance on the grasses anew.
We had left the place, undesired,
Still it holds me to it's deepest core.
It was not just a land soiled, but--
It was my home!