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
Lies are easy to come by
people look you in the eye and lie and you won't even realize it
We lie to people we love,we lie to strangers and sometimes we lie to ourselves
Unknowingly we mastered the degree to lie, to live a life that is a mere fragment of your imagination
It's easy to hide the truth behind the curtains of deception
It's easy to hide your emotions rather than explaining to people about the struggle you go through everyday by the every second of that ticking clock
Often people declare you the victim or the sinner of the story you lived
No one cares about what really happened to you,
about the fact that you are constantly being drowned despit the efforts to swim
They are more interested to print you as the headlines in the evening gossips of society
you become the topic of every whisper
It's not the miracle of nature that I'm still breathing,
It's my fight for the survival
Fight from my demons so that i could see the light of the next day
I move around the same circle of violence and pain,
experiencing the same paradox of space and time
I am tired,
tired of hearing things,
tired of people suggesting me how to behave
I keep running to find my home,to find a place where i feel belonged
and I don’t know how to stop,
I don't know if i could,
I dont know If i could let people see my true image,
My heart aches to feel love,
to feel anything than this buzzing pain
a constant reminder that my heart is broken,
that i have been betrayed by the people i once loved
The fact that my heart still has a rythm is my hope ,
hope that I survive to see the better life i deserve
I am scared that i might snap,
that I might loose my grip on my dreams, on my goals
I am scared to loose everything that took years for me to build
Scared that my name will be dragged in a mudpit of shamefulness
The prophecy that I will make everything alright one day is my hope to wake up in the morning,
to keep fighting
Tamreen Sultana (@passage_of_love17)