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
Peeping through the window,
Running in the wild I saw,
My younger self
Just look how handsome he was
A boy of simple bones and flesh
No talents he had to impress
It was just he and his innocence
Basking in the glorious sun
Look at this carefree one
Lying under shady trees
Playing with the fairies free
Then on a single day
The gazing sun lost its shine
Fairies, pixies all went blind
Lonely soul was confused
For he did not know
What is needed to be done?
Mighty men arrived
The boy ran for his life
They all went after him
And he sat in his car
The closest to his life
As it would turn into anything
He liked or disliked.
The car roared through the growing forest
With the hope to escape from them
The chase changed to a fight
And then there was cannons against beams of light
As his laser started increasing
Pinching mighty men,
Piercing their weapons
They came with all their strength
Thrashing the poor boy inside
As he sat with his broken friend
Ah! The poor broken friend
The mighty men took the boy with them
Inside their aging den
Schooled him till the day he learned
No objection to the men’s word
No questions out of syllabus
Only mug, mug and mug
After years of programming
The boy was released
A shattered machine in the wild fields
Waiting to unite,
With his love, his life
His friend of old time
Which still laid in the forest
The forest known as child
And the friend was none other than
His mind, imagination open wide